Distant Road

All roads cross paths, is that why I saw him again?

The fog had been there for as long as I could remember. The road I decided to take, the things I ran away from. It felt as if a fog had cast itself over my life, my existence. It was a misty obstruction that stayed with me and got quite comfortable. It wrapped around me consuming everything I used to be. I'm not who I was and I can't go back. I can't be who I was. The fog is too immense.

I can't get out and I thought no one could ever get through the fog. I thought no one could get to me. But what if he does? How can I trust him?