IN MIST OR CLOUD

throat scratched dry brings back awareness of the nothingness around. unmeasured footsteps in a dream state fleeting into the slow onslaught of creeping mist unrolling before you, hovering above the cold ground like memories detached. engulfing and all consuming of perspective, landmarks and the only visible things which attach you to a semblance of reality. willowing fragmented whispers, shapes unforming before you as the fog curls around your mind. each step taken as shadows grow immense, dim without colour, vision obscured and limbs lost in smoke. blood grows cold and sharp to the ears. wander endless in shrouded silence.
there is nothing here but the breath of loneliness.