At night the fog was thick and full of light, and sometimes voices.
Shape? Does a fog have shape? Does the twilight? Does the onset of darkness?
Love is like water, except it’s either fog or ice. I make love like a steamy 32 degrees.
moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry.
His thin accusation hung thick in the air like fog smoking a cigarette.
I eat fog for breakfast, and I shit out steamy love scenes from the 80s.
This investigation felt difficult, like driving in fog.
The dense fog manifests ever-living gravestones, the tunes of decadence, the hearts that were doomed to dance alone. Here lies untouched beauty, a brittle dream, an unseen sea-born nightmare, an isolated acheirous harf, fishbones without...
I do so much music that it’s like a fog, and I can’t even remember all of it.
But it is growing damp and I must go in. Memory’s fog is rising.