n.005

There's an enveloping fog around my head, long after the daylight has swept in..  the air is wet.. I blend well with grey these days, can't quite reach even the bluest blue. There is not a single thing that looks the same now that I'm twenty miles down the road, feels like I need a roadmap to find my way back home, I know deep down that I'll always know which way is north.. Sometimes it all hits me at once… I don't know what I am, I don't know who I am… I've been looking at my own shape for so long, wishing something to mold me into something better…   tie anchors to my feet now.. I don't want to go out to sea.  I'm not ready for the wolves .