I open my eyes and look around warily. Once again all I see is fog. I walk slowly in the direction in which I am needing to go. As I step further into the fog, I start to feel the slightest of touch. I can feel the despair, heartache, and other emotions of those who reach out and touch me but, I cannot see them.
As I continue walking the weight of the fog grows to such a dense that, silent tears start to fall down my face.
After a few minutes I reach my destination and when I enter that place, at least for a little while I have been released from the fog.
