It’s the equivalence of being in a maze, blanketed with dense fog. I’ve been running, turning corners, standing still at times, trying to figure it out. It feels like the fog is lifting, my mind feels like it’s getting closer to finding its way back out, not realizing that this maze, might not actually have an entrance. Yet, you have me, believing your light could cut through the fog. But you’ve started this game of hide and seek, and the night sky isn’t helping.
So please, I beg, don’t go.