The constant fight
1 min readApr 12, 2019
It is thick, it clouds my mind — everything slows down
It is painful, it feels endless — where is my exit?
Fog; you can’t see, I can’t see — it is there but it isn’t
Insideous, seeping into every corner, every corner of life
The world overwhelms, the urge to hide overwhelms
Patience, I tell myself patience
I keep telling myself patience
The sun will rise again
The sun of my mind will rise again — eventually
The fog burns away, until next time
