The mist swirled around me like always. Grays and whites blurring together before my eyes. The feeling of nothingness, not anything at all. I was free in this world of smoke and fog. Safe.
There was noting to run from here, no where to go. No buildings that could collapse on me, no flames caressing my skin. Only the smoke remained with me. Only the fog. These faceless scentless beings comforting me in my slumber.
I knew I should e lonely here. With nothing but this perpetual haze for company. But I wasn't. the solitude was beautiful, the quite, divine. There was never a place that I felt safer. More at home.
But as the fog swirled around me today something was different. I could here a beeping, the first noise in a long time. I felt pain across my entire body. The mist began to clear.
I grasped at it but the smoke evaded my reach, giving way to blinding light.
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The Lonesome Rock and other Poems and Shorts
PoetryWhat does a lonely rock think as it sits all alone? What does the last dandelion do as it waits to be devoured? What happened in the house on the hill?
