Save me a seat

When safely tucked in perceived certainties, seemingly knowing exactly where you are, a whispering fog can be a thing of beauty… Sat in a cozy chair at a familiar frosted window, an audience of one silently applauding this magical mysterious entity winding it’s way through a wooded path, a white blanket nuzzling known marvels beneath it. But dissolve the walls of certainty, remove the seat of familiarity … The fog takes on an ominous presence and begins to breed darkness… the mind, embracing angst, becomes lost…
The fear of the unknown blinds the eyes to the beauty that exists.

Give me my chair back!


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