Through The Fog — The Bridge To Nowhere

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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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