The Fog

Jump into the fog and make an effort to find me. You won't be able to see clearly with your bare eyes, but I trust that you know by now the most beautiful things in life are felt and not seen. Use your other senses to guide you. You can use the part of your soul you have ignored for so long as a portal to the realm I currently reside in. It is a foreign paradise where heartbreak has no place in a dictionary, and where a cure that is easily accessible to those who are terribly grief-stricken exists. Although I am certain you would miss the chaos dearly, I promise you will finally be able to rest. Before drifting through the cosmos, we should let it be known we mustn't be woken till the gentle night settles in; for I do not wish to wake up from this daydream unless it is to fall asleep and dream of it again.