Your mind plays tricks on you or the poet?

Quiet Fog mind still does the voice as it feels … approach, a shadow, the shadow of a fog laminated gray night and day, are welded coating, the darkness at just above, their cries drowned the voice of new drug only feed on their arms are wrapped and walls are soft Now it's your world. Why not throw a bit more than you dream!

Well in this case, the poet … But a little entertainment dark, too … I love … My mind often when you think too much …

Shadow Welded Words with the Cricut Gypsy