• Cars driving along the ling windey roads.
    Not knowing they are being swallowed
    by the thick colourless fog.

    Can't see anything past a meter infront.
    The lights of the cars disapere,
    into what seems like nowhere.

    It fells like the sky is closing down on you.
    The fog becoming ever more powerful.

    Just the dingy fog and nothing else.

    Its a grey blanket of cloud,
    wrapped around the individual cars.
    Smothering them with its inforgiving nature.

    The emptiness of its overpowering lonlyness,
    eventually starts to fade.
    Until your out into the free, colourful world.
    Out of the fog.