Waking up to foggy mornings
Like waking up in the clouds.
The misty smell makes me feel alive
The dew drops on the leaves are a sight for the eyes.
Everything is partially visible
like the paths of my life.
My fingers are numb from the cold
I can hardly taste anything on ma tongue.
I love making fog circles – like smoking out every doubt inside
The chilling breeze has numb my brain
And my thoughts dance without music in my brain.
Every year I come down to this core,
To wake up to the misty mornings, once more.