In the Fog

At the moment I'm in the fog and nothing comes easy. All I can do is wait until it clears, as I slowly evaporate into the mist around me.

I thought it was like the start of a day with pleasant morning dew on the grass but as I start to awaken I realize that it's the worst day over and over again. Nothing changes, no ups no downs. Just fog.

There is a way to escape but only for brief moments, happens when he dances with me in the dark in our unspeakables. When he drives fast on the highway while holding my hand. Or especially when he grabs my face and kisses me like he needs my oxygen to live.

I leave my fog behind me like a cloud of smoke only to return to it hours later with an occasional high from real energy, just enough to get me through until next time.