Secret Fog

When the fog swirls around my sleepy mind, there is no fighting the peaceful numb. Emotions are gone, feelings have left, there is only the sense of protecting myself. I smile, I cry, I scream and shout. But when the fog comes, it's all I can do to just stop and stare. I sit there, and I think. I think about how beautiful it is. I think about this gift, this curse, this is everything to me. This is my little secret.