Finding me

 I want to get lost in the mist —

That swirling mystique that engulfs, embraces,
pulls me close and holds me safe,


The world outside—chaos
Even love — especially love —or lack thereof
makes no sense...

They say the ones who know you best
can break you cleanest.
My reflection —a stranger stares back,

Vanishing—
not in despair,
Not to escape,
but to connect…

to the quiet

The mist asks nothing.
It wraps around me like an old lullaby, 

no questions asked...
unfinished, but comforting.

In this haze,
I don't exist, I am free.