Dense fog followed the turbulent storm, settling in quietly, masking all in grey.
For those within color would fade, shadows pursue, elusive would be a sunny day.
Nightmares dwelled between tosses and turns. One sense left sharpened, while others rendered numb.
With sight obscured, memories chased. To this looming mist even the strongest could succumb.
So many seek to lift this fog alone, thinking it but a feather.
However, even clouds can be heavy. Lift together.
©fromtheash
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