The Mist

I’d like to know where you are but I’m afraid I don’t exist anymore.
So I’d like to know if you still see me existing.
I hope you come back. I hope you come back.
I hope you come back, help me breathe.
Or is it that I’m hoping that I should be the one to come back?
But why should I when there is nothing but nothing to come back to?
Will you see me?
And if I am not breathing anymore,
Will you still see me?
Do I even deserve to breathe?
Gasping, I am still breathing after all, or am I not?
I am probably dead. I am probably dead.
But I hope you still see me.
That is all I have left.

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One thought on “The Mist

  1. Hello. magnificent job. I did not anticipate this. This is a fantastic story. Thanks!

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