one. fog.

I am one.

One person in the midst of billions.

but sometimes, I forget about the billions,

not that they're forgettable, but they

simply slip my mind. I find myself

forgetting there are people

on the other side of world, in places

I can only dream of seeing.

it's just so hard to imagine 

all of the people in this world;

so I forget about them

unfortunately and

unintentionally.

. . .

The fog.

it closes in on me.

I feel stiffled,

strangled, shoved,

and stowed away.

it hides me, covers me,

keeps me away from the

world. it blurs my vision,

obscurs my views and 

makes me think through 

what I see. it awakens me,

threatens me, and awes me

in ways the rain sometimes

fails to. because the fog is

full, content, and vague.