fogged up


While the roof sings to the tune of the monsoon keys, the leaves outside dance with the storm’s cold breeze, with a warm, fresh cup of coffee, my eyes stare blankly at the road void of wheels and feet— empty— wishing I can say the same with my mind.

The antonym of empty is full yet my thoughts are spilling and brimming a gusty storm of fear, uncertainty.

Today, a rejection letter opened the can of insecurity I thought I have kept locked tightly.

Perhaps, I’ll let the fog sits comfortably on the glass window, and inside my troubled mind.

Word count: 100
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Photo credit: wildverbs

For FFfAW 182nd by PJ! 😊

14 thoughts on “fogged up”

    1. My dearest sister, I know this is you. I remember your birthday but I cannot figure how to reach you. I am soooo happy to see you around. Hugs. Hugs. I hope God gifted you with love and happiness on your birthday. Much loooove!


      1. You can see it, and let me know–I don’t want to hurt or offend you in any way, dear heart ❤ So it's probably best that I not "share"/post anything from your FB or blog–and only do reblogs here on WordPress? Please let me know your true desires–I only want what's best for you! ❤

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