I step into the fog and it coats my face with cool moist air.
It is so thick I cannot see anyway, so I close my eyes and trust my feet to take me where I need to go.
The ground below my feet seems deep and soft, I feel branches tugging at my clothes.
There is no sound but that of my weary heart beating and echoing through my mind, my warm blood rushing to and fro.
I find peace here in the unknown.
I accept it and welcome it and realize it is no fallacy, it is true, it is real, I can feel it and taste it and there is no lie it can propose.
My life has meaning as I might give it, it is as real as I might choose to live it.
It is my own, and I validate it not in disguise, but show others it is me they know and not the air of ever lasting lies.