The misty fog surrounds me and encircles me as I walk through it. I walk towards a field, and everything becomes hazy. The few trees in the near distance look like the entrance to a forest. The familiar buildings merely 50 feet away from me look intimidating and unfriendly. In the light I had seen miniscule droplets of water passing me by like a busy freeway. Now it works to obscure the light through all of its congestion.

The lights in the distance act to provide more solemnity to the scene. Like my mind, everything is hazy. I don't know what my thoughts are. I'd like to think I don't know what my feelings are but I think it's just my mind trying to trick me to believe that I truly don't know. But just as I can see the light in the distance, I still know what it is I feel, and I know that these feelings I have are about you. We were so close, always talking to each other. But nowadays it seems as if you are so far away... just like the trees and buildings that surround me but appear so distant. Our different environments and lives act as the haze... trying gradually to fade us out in the distance as our paths try to diverge us.

But in the distance, I can still make you out. Your figure isn't hazy from the fog. In fact, you project a radius in which the fog doesn't enter. You clear the road, it is definitive. But can I get to you? I could keep walking towards you forever and never get to where you now stand. And when we stand there together, the fog will have disappeared. There will be no thick haze trying to obscure my thoughts. My mind would see no need to.

Everything around me is hazy. But the mere thought of you has made the fog thinner in itself. I watch the fog roll by me, neverending... watching for you in the distance, the fog doesn't seem so thick as it was before.

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If a dream comes true... then is it still a dream?

And love is the light that shall cut them a swath, a path through the mists to each other.

Lovely thoughts Robert. Hope all is well.