The fog is just closer and closer,
begins softly lose sight, because the fog is getting thicker.

Looking around me, and I see only gray,
feel the rain little drops of dew on my skin,
feel the cold water that flows by my face.

Trying to move forward but stumbles again and again,
fall over logs and rocks.
Falls to the ground and hit me hard against the ground,
I get up again, but falls just down.

Look around me from the ground, I look up.
Up against the endless sky that never has an end or a beginning,
can see a star shine, but it just gets weaker and weaker.

I am running and running through the fog
to have anything to go by.
Something to find out of this fog.

But it is gone, wherever I look, it's just gray and white.
Trying to find a way out, but I can not find a way.
Fall time and time again, but got up anyway
for I am trying to find out, but hope begins to fade.

The road in is tabling difficult to Spice for it has
always been open,while the way out will take time to find,
because you never know where it can be.

Annons

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Camera Canon EOS 1000D

Focal length 55 mm

Aperture f/8.0

Shutter 1/130 s

ISO 100

Date

February 2014