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cloudy days are everyday

the skies are cloudy today,
it's an overcast opaqueness.
i glance up from my haze to notice no difference.
i have existed amongst this fog for years.

i don't remember when things stopped feeling real
but i was afraid that it would persist with permanence.
that my vision would become endlessly compromised by the encroaching grey hue.

i don't remember who i was before the storm.
tales and folklore can help me envision my old self.
but i will never be one with her again.