Fog




in seeing

there’s a loss. 

a certain sense of emptiness

an
infinite
hopelessness 

in experiencing life 
through your heart, 
through your blood, 
through each breath. 

seeing 

lays dormant
then rises
to an awareness

‘til you’re
running, 
chasing, 
capturing,
a moment
after 
a moment

before
many 
moments...

before
the loneliness
&
loss
return

seeing...

it comes and goes. 
it is not sympathetic
nor apologetic
there is no empathy
it is by nature
natural

the antithesis 
of love
the moral keeper
of 
ambiguity