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?