What is out there?
Who is out there?
How is it out there?
Why is it out there?
The fog conceals all the answers -
so heavy I can feel it
weigh down my shoulders
and as I stand in the middle of it
the fear, ever existent.
The only question I can answer -
is
Where? Where is whatever is out there?
Everwhere. Surrounds me.
Anywhere. In between every possible space
where I think I can hide and cry.
©jln.
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