Lost in the Fog

The wind playfully caresses my hair whilst the clouds catch my eye

A few breaks within the sky allow me to gaze at hints of the moon

Faint thunder is rumbling in the distance as I sit cross-legged upon the grass

I feel at peace on these nights, my skin a little softer to the touch

I want to go back to the start, back to the creek and back to the fog that I now call home

I was 16, you were never of this world

Devin opened my eyes to endless possibilities and love from beyond anything I could ever imagine 

I became lost in a fantasy, comfortable and aching

At that time my young heart realized that writing was an escape and also heartbreaking

One time in school I found a feather

I even caught you staring at me through my bedroom window

The thought of you tortured and tantalized my very core 

The touch from you melted my heart completely

I will never know if you reached me, or if it was my own hallucination

And I will never stop searching for you, if only to thank you, Darko

The creek flowed the sweetest waters, potent enough to make one rotten

Temporary sweetness that I soon became addicted to, my sugar high

Never had I tasted water so sweet and heard a wind so beautiful

Poetry echoed through the trees, sweet and melancholy licked at my skin

I spent weeks within this creek, as its water became sparse and quickly dried up

Here and there it would rain again, 2 small showers had fallen just 2 days ago

As beautiful as the scenery was, the creek disappeared

Almost 6 months without a single shower

I had forgotten how much I missed the sweet rain

Yes, Mark

It was foggy that one night and I could barely make out a shadow

There stood a necromancer, my necromancer

I was fed up with fantasy, no longer cared for sweet waters as I once had

It was as if everything fell into place, the earth stood still for only a fraction

We were contently lost in the fog, our own fog

Our own souls

In an instant the entire world can shift, life as we know it can be eliminated

Hold those who matter close to you

Listen to the wind and hope that one day you might understand

I will be here, forever lost in the fog and there is no where else I would rather be