Fog.

I love the muffled sounds of these foggy midnight streets.  And all dawn’s promises whispered by the foghorn.

I want to tell you some of my secrets over the sound of angry waves breaking.  And then, I want to sit in silence and listen.

I haven’t slept in years.  And I’m tired of waiting.  Always looking.  Forever waiting.

Fog

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