Fog

When I think of my brain, I think of rolling mists.

I think of fog so thick that you can’t even see an inch in front of you.

I think of the heavy humidity that hangs in the air right before it rains.

Every thought I have weighs heavily on my brain; it takes so much energy for that thought to exist that it’s hard for me to do much else besides think.

My mind is a cloud; grogginess prevents me from focusing on what is happening right in front of me.

Sometimes it seems like I will never see things clearly; how can I see clearly if my mind doesn’t even think clearly?

I tried to get more sleep, tried exercising, tried eating properly, but even if my mind seems less foggy, I still feel it pulling at the corners of my mind.

It’s strange really, because there are moments where everything suddenly sharpens, and I find the clarity that I’ve always been seeking.

Then, just as quickly as it appeared, it disappears once again.