You are like a fog; I can’t see where I’m going, nor is there any beacon of light to guide me towards you. I am frightened of the uncertainty you make me feel, but at the same time, I am excited. The mist that shrouds your appearance, hiding both good tidings and bad, instills fear in me but tempts me all the while.
When will the light of truth reveal what I so long to see?
Tagged as: Personal.