Things just happen, like they had never happened before.
People who we thought we did know, are just not the same.
Places where we've wanted to be, are now the ones we are running from.
Dreams we had, are now the common thoughts.
Things we see, are covered by an extensive fog. And nothing makes that sweet sense anymore.
Faces on the other side of the street, cars passing by, the coldness of the winter, the blueness on the air, fog.
There are no nightmares, no dreams.
No faith, no desire.
Maybe, maybe despair.
The wish for things to get a little better, for the cold winter to pass and so does the fog that covers through heart and soul.
There's no thing worse than the heart wish for something. No go.
So, needless to say, we wait for the day... The day that through the fog comes the light.
Over.
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