Let’s resort to the fog. Here’s the thing about fog, it’s only scary if one makes it out to be. Except in the mountains, it’s scary in the mountains. Except when you can see. See, I’m in filling in the space, I don’t know what to write. That’s what the fog feels like. It just fills the space. And weirdly, I’m relaxed. Not scared. Maybe because I can see, and think. When I’m blind, I panic. Maybe it’s fine, sometimes I see and think too much. I don’t know anymore. Sometimes I want some one to ask me a question, but I don’t want them to worry about the fog.

Light makes fog evaporate. Then, I see clearly. Maybe that is when life is normal, when I can fall into shadows, but I can bathe in the light. Is too much light a bad thing? Yes. Is too much darkness a bad thing? Yes. Maybe that’s why we go inside.