There’s a fog lingering in my head.
It roams around my thoughts like a thick sheet of cotton; surrounding me with a warm, comfortable yet false sense of security.
Everywhere I go, it follows; the market, work, the car, even at home.
It doesn’t matter if I’m alone or in a crowd, it follows and envelops me in its hazy embrace, constantly whispering and distracting me from what’s important.
There is no escaping it. No matter how hard I fight, it remains.
It suffocates every thought, every hope, every dream and fades the light around me to a dull gray.
The more I struggle to break free, the thicker it gets. I can’t see. I can’t think.
So much is happening. So many things. Too many things. My mind chases after every single one.
I fail to notice what goes on beyond the mist, what my heart holds dear; a look, a kiss, a tear… even a cry for help.
It’s all there beyond the fog, invisible to me. I want to see. I want to help. I want to know. It’s all right there within my reach. I know it is. It has to be. How can I reach it?
I stumble forward, trying to break through the fog but all they see is an awkward fool.
The village idiot.
Why can’t they understand?
Or most importantly… accept me for who I am?