Was early morning, as the cool mist betwixt my mind midst. Like a moss covered brain, I found it hard to hide my distain. Like I am forever insane, I kneel down trying to repent in the rain.
Arise in the early morning fog, like some smog cloud engulfed my very timid timing, my mind would not stop blurring the refraction of light, by the very fog in my wake.
But if I were to say it was oh so clear today, more so than yesterday. Perhaps I'd decided to run away to hide it. In-between the moss covered rocks, I couldn't have lied as if I conjured it up systematically.
But the fog doesn't clear for hours, this is most unsettling when your content on resting. From its negligence it once held sublime over your sunshine in time this warped sense of mind.
When it's gone, the fog always clears. It's not just a mere, inducing osmosis system failing. Because it was constantly falling, breathless from the sky. Leaving no time to wonder why, to ponder the deep seeded rain, drenching its self all over me.
Blast away the mind's eye, it's all but for I, to proclaim the promiscuous, similarity between the fog and rain. But to my mind's dismay, I chose to obstain. The things I bring with me get doused in the morning rain.
But alas, to settle down. By the steeple of the town's square. It's hard to dispare, this insane lust I have to make it known, my very soul to denounce my mind, because it's caught back in time.
Fog covered clouds linger, it's hypnotic in it's very sense, of self awareness, in tune with the mind, it holds down my own sign, to stay and fight. Put it forth to the light, as the refractions are no longer clear. It's just me, standing here.
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