Walking through a forest with mist playing with my vision. Hiding rocks and tangles of undergrowth until I'm already falling.

The wind calls my name. Pulling me forward, rushing through me, making me feel the urgency to move. To fly. To be free.

Random animals watching me. Hiding up in the trees, skulking in the midst of the mist.

There are no stars out tonight. No man in the moon to point the way out and onward. The clouds are dropping lower and lower. Coming to crush me. Coming to surround me.

Lost in a forest. Kept company by the whispering mist and the surrounding fog.

I am surrounded, which way to go.

I start to stumble, I feel the blow.

I fall to the ground, the pain is low.

As I kneel before you, my pain rises.

I look around me, at the attackers in disguises.

Hiding their faces, awaiting their prizes.

In the fog, they get confused.

What are they doing, why are they bruised.

The tables are turned, now they are disused.

The fog is my dream, my safe place.

In the dark, I cant see your face.

I turn around into a loving, strangers embrace.