"there at least there is clean seawater. let them drift in it."
my fingers frozen as i type,
ahead, i anticipate a nervous hype,
their faces will judge, their eyes will scheme,
i know i'm paranoid, but that's how it will seem,
and when it's all over, it will fade, like last night's dream.
they're running late today. anxiety builds, and frustration too.
i don't understand how they find it so hard...it's really not.
why do people resent the fog?
sure, it can make seeing what lies ahead,
something of a difficult task,
but isn't it nice sometimes, to live in the moment,
and to not have to know everything before it's here?
i like the fog. it has a certain element of comfort to it.
i unintentionally stole a library book yesterday. does that make me a bibliokleptomaniac?
"and, after a time, they will sink. deeper and deeper."
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