By: Jared Weiss

Where did you go?
This, I know how this feels now
To feel the descent of the clouds
From unforeseen skies,
Down over me, through my head,
the great exhaustion, the great
unease, emptiness, seemingly
random, always disruptive,
eternally incomplete,
permanent fog,
this is me, me
with my eyes closed
let the fingers do the talking
let the words be disjointed
as the mind that births them
one of its many ugly processes
and extraordinary wonders

I know where you went
I know how easy it is to
get lost in the storm, to lose
your vision, to lose your direction
to get stuck inside your own
misconceived notions of reality
and your role within its
fantastic coincidences
paving endless roads
all covered in rain
all covered in hail
from the storm of the clouds
from unforeseen skies
I have been where you vanished
I have been to the point where
the pavement ahead and behind
crumbles and you realize that
any way is forward and any way
is meaningless and all of the puddles
that form from the rain of the storm
of the clouds from unforeseen skies
are just like the ones before them and
I know how easy it is to get lost
and I only wish that if we are lost
that maybe we could find the way
back out of the fog around
ourselves together