Thoughts Of A Shadowed Mind
The mist engulfs my mind again. It comes creeping into the crevices of my consciousness. Slow at first. Oppressing me, hiding me, allowing me to move among shadows with the other dark creatures. This withdrawal pulls me beneath a glass surface- reflecting intricacies of thought I scarcely realized. That rare gleam of inspiration rushes forward, demolishing all else in a blinding torrent. I give a fevered gasp and glory in the revelations I have found. Yet I have responsibilities and disabilities. I cannot dance in the fire and moonlight. I must bid farewell until fortune finds a better fate for me.