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?
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
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?
