.no- really...

i am entombed in it.
it changes me, yet keeps me always the same.
and though it may leave- it always will be with me now.

i'm not yet sure what that means.., but i know what i feel.

cheesy, dramatic, and overly poetic? why yes.
but the fog has entered my world.
sinks into my lungs with every breath
pulls me down and sharpens me with it's dull, thick warmth.
and i love it.