The fog
It settles with bold arrogance without losing its elegance.
How beautiful you are, fog.
For a moment, the world seems devoid of barriers, for a moment I feel lost but found.
I admire you, fog, for being light and free, solitary and pure.
I admire you because despite bringing melancholy, you do not deny your presence.
Light, untouchable yet present, like the melancholy of a memory etched in the mind, like an unspoken thought.
Like the twisted thoughts that leave no room for sleep, like the loneliness that always hides behind a warm smile.
I admire you, fog, for giving the illusion of silencing the world for a moment.
It settles with bold arrogance without losing its elegance.
How beautiful you are, fog.
For a moment, the world seems devoid of barriers, for a moment I feel lost but found.
I admire you, fog, for being light and free, solitary and pure.
I admire you because despite bringing melancholy, you do not deny your presence.
Light, untouchable yet present, like the melancholy of a memory etched in the mind, like an unspoken thought.
Like the twisted thoughts that leave no room for sleep, like the loneliness that always hides behind a warm smile.
I admire you, fog, for giving the illusion of silencing the world for a moment.
