Clouds are high flying Fog
Humor, Funny And Random, Humour
I can see the young man on dizzily autumn mornings, the fog of which he inhaled just like the rapidly evaporating freedom.
Freedom, Autumn
When I was lost in the fog, it was as though nothing else existed. And, afterwards, it seemed incomprehensible that I had ever really thought like that. Self-recrimination inevitably followed.
Depression