Cutting Through A Fog

in my desperation to catch a dream i assumed wings to catch that eluding dream... everywhere my vision is blurred by the cruel winter fog... there were times when winter was simply different the chill breeze blowing would kindle craving for warmth and the languid nerves awaiting... it's an agonizing search my wings badly bruised the pain seemed immaterial the point is how many times i missed my self in these futile attempts of cutting through a fog that never seems to dissolve... 20dec2009 08.00hrs