Fog

 Love is a fire, it cannot feel itself burn.We walk in circles with the sand between our toes.Do we even know we are here?We close our eyes in order to see the sky.It is much foggier nowsince we spit at it with our mad poisonous tongues.There is no water here, there is no water hereand we talk about the weather as if it's raining inside us.As if water is perfect, and we are the flawed ones.I can sing your songs, and talk your talkbut we cannot stand together becausethere is not just you and Iwe are more than this small day.We are all someone that cannot know no one.I don't know if you are another personor just a part of me that is somewhereYou stand there, as if.As if.nina