the fog

Frozen in place, I am paralyzed by what I feel.

It's been a long time coming and I am here to tell you how cold my memories can be when I am alone in the dark.

The depth of these wounds can be seen in the sun's light.

She told me to try and find a safe place.

She guided me to this space.

Nothing can slow this from crashing into the center of my world.

I am walking in this fog, walking in this haze of mindlessness and hopeless fear.

I am not sure if I am real when I am here.

It creeps into me.

An echoing of beguilement is what I hear playing in this mist so thick and white.

She told me to stay but I'm afraid and cannot rip myself out from the siren's cry.

I can smell the ocean as it pounds against these stones and the lighthouse has disappeared.