Fog.
An obscure mist, blocking the view.
What will become of me, him, her, you?
Opaque and unsettling the future has become.
Curiosity peaks and settles happily under thumb.
While I insist on crushing its bones and pressing its blood.
I know only one thing is sure amidst this vague tedium...
Whatever comes to pass or why...
I will embrace it, chest to chest, eye to eye.
I will make love to it, heart to heart, thigh to thigh.
I will remember it.
Should misfortune befall me.
I will smile.
Fearing not long periods of turmoil.
If anything, misery makes me shine brighter.
It encourages me to laugh.
Fate is fate.
Why fight her?