Foggy

The future is like a fog. You get glimpses of it, but your vision is distorted by the haze. We then fret about the warped vision we had, too blinded by the false message we received. We fret about nothing, because the future is unknown to us. We never know what is truly going to happen. The past months have been a blur. I've been heaping issue upon issue, problem upon problem, and these "distorted visions" have been tampering with my mind. I felt every terrible emotion I could all at once, and I absolutely did not know what to do except to cry. The only thing...well person there was my friend, sitting there with me and being herself. She made me laugh, and that was more than all the world could do for me. It was comforting, and that let me know GOD was telling me, "I've blessed you with a friend. Cherish it, cherish these moments you've lost running through the fog. They've missed you, quite terribly. And so did I."