The fog in my brain

Today, as fall moves in, I am lost and I love it. Drifting through the day drive, but not obsessed. Missing the movie, overcoming technology.

The fog is wonderful. I could live like this forever. Time has no hold on me, as I drift farther and farther.

The leaves that burn call me home and I am well. Catch up, clean up.

Losing a friend, someone I don't even know, I am sad. A connection in my head, the risk of it ending. I wish him well, but hope that technology is just another cruel gremlin OR has he erased the last few months from the record that is no record. There is no writing in stone - no more.