#12thousemoon

A dense, mysterious Californian fog blankets the landscape. Impossible to see what’s right in front of you, yet an uncanny ability to feel and know what no one else does. More magical than can be thought of. Drowning in the depth of it all. There are no boundaries, it seeps wherever it will. Experiencing everything in its path, as if it were its own. Never quite knowing what belongs to it and what doesn’t. A mystery wrapped in an enigma. A puzzle missing a piece. An endless seeking. A need to retreat. Trying to get others to understand, yet knowing they never will. Solitude is the only security for a soul who feels so endlessly.