The hoopla over a blank space has never been so welcoming. Stopped traffic. On it's side. Thought no more. Signal lost, two empties hidden. Found. Misplaced word. Memory. Spray painted.
Friday.Fog. Not enough. So dense, like that blockage between my ears. The haze transforming my frame. Masking the usual. Hovering above and within. Miniscule movements..Mystic. Magic. Music. My mind is blank, the space is blocked.
So much fog.
So m U c h fog.
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