i woke up in a solid fog. solid is the word that comes, but it's not, you could slip right through. it's a solid illusion. the feeling that you could step through the window and float away, into the illusion, is an illusion. you are too solid. i am thick. i'm solid fog. the fog is a mirror of many molecules. mirror mirroring, molecules evanescing. the fog is the held breath of the unreleased world, released. why do i feel lost in grief. the question is in the fog, suspended, the question in me- a solid fog- is it out there- is it me- the question unanswered - being the fog of being.