Everything is now clear.
The fog that was around my brain is no longer heavy.
The smell of roses lifts the air.
I can see everything that is near me.
The things that made me breathe.
The things that showed me grace.
The heavy hand is no longer on my head.
This is the dream that I dreamed.
This is the new life that makes me.
Then why am I still empty?
The one that once held me is the still making the tears in my eyes.
Though they are gone I smell of them lingers on my pillow, and under my eyes.
The fog has left my brain, but it still holds my heart.
It is deeper the oceans that can never me reach.
This is what I wanted, but it looks like something that I do not need.
This is just me.
Misconception 