It seems <br />as if... <br />we are always <br />living in the fog. <br />Inhabitants <br />of the mist. <br /> <br />Subsisting <br />on a diet of <br />vagaries. <br />Two shadows <br />who obliquely <br />recognize <br />each other's <br />silhouette. <br /> <br />We see... <br />the amorphous mass <br />of generic <br />humanity, <br />but are <br />unable <br />to grasp <br />the essential <br />specifics. <br /> <br />Steeping in our <br />grey existence... <br />and all the while, <br />waiting for <br />the sun.<br /><br />Deborah Harvey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grey-20/
