I walked upon a bridge and grasped–
A hand placed left, while the right– the right dangles freely, yet lifeless–– Barely grasping the air.
With one foot alongside the other–A glimpse into the prospective path:
Surreal,
Mystical,
Fog,
All three characteristics exist alone, and simultaneously together– the moment within itself. Continue reading “Through The Fog — The Bridge To Nowhere”
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