The fog
was dense
that day

Your eyes
could not
see that far

Yet

You moved ahead
with concrete
steps and tired
flesh

The air biting
Rabid
against your
skin.

 
Wading through
the stench of
fears you held
within,

 
Your soles firm
on the slippery,
rocks

You’re home

But so are
your fears,
Creeping in
from the corner
of the street.

The fog
wasn’t
poison
when it
found you.

It just eroded

those bridges

around you.

-HF

A/N the fog was “self-doubt”, that felt very solid sometimes

[This piece of poetry was inspired by the prompt “Eroding Away” by @poeticstories ]

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(hi tumblr ate my posts)

i drew my friends and me!! 💕i’ve been wanted to try drawing on some gray paper that one of them gave me a (long) while back but only recently got an idea for it. i had lots of fun with this!!

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Hope you guys are all well! I’ve arrived safely in my home country, and there’s been beautiful weather. Thank you so much everyone for all your support; I’ll be more active as well.