I am drawn to mist, not fog- just a little bit of grey, of uncertainty, enough to make you slow down and watch out.
And like everything granted to me, in this realm, at this time, in this body, this form I take; I am learning and wish I learned earlier in life that everything I experienced would pass. For as long as I kept moving, kept hoping, working- getting up and facing another day- that everything, the pain, uncertainty, bliss, people, places, songs, trends, food, events, clothes…everything would come and go, only I would remain.
nilichoandika 