in the mist
you lose direction

are so fogged up
you lose
your mind

nothing in the forest
there that you were
looking for

nothin found
that did not
want to find you

and so
he sat waiting
to be scared to death
by a terrifying story

closed his eyes
imagined his body
venturing out into the void

the something that there is
sometimes infinitely less
than the nothing
this truth to
be told
as the pen floats through the air
this terrifying tale
practically writing itself