In a fog

Breathing harder,

Running through the wood

Is this the exale and tremor I ache for?

I mindlessly reach for your solidity.

I keep reaching.

Breathless.

You have become the forest.

You whisper to me.

I can't hear you.

I can never hear you.

The words I can't form aren't words.

My honesty is blasphemy.

There's no one to be honest with.

No one who meets the requirements.

I'm dizzy.

I'm alert.

I'm deteriorating.