This fog I walk in keeps me safe. Familiar faeries dance in its vermillion haze. Those winged creatures that guide my way, too, protect me from harm's foul play.
This thick, dense veil ensures my ignorance. And keeps from me life's ugly arrogance. It's melancholic lamentations, it's stoic decadence. For my heart is too soft and weak for such exhaustive non-fiction.
Oh I would willingly live and die in this all-emcompassing fog of mine. But for one thing --- it costs nigh high; the absent visage of your darling eyes.