Mother Fogger

As I wipe ate the mirror of life trying to get a better view, attempting to get rid of the condensation of doubt, I then realize... I am just spreading it. I yell so silently, hoping that the loud whispers of my disparity will be heard by the willing ear of another, when I notice that I am all that is here. The fog begins to form around me, so warm and wet to my skin, luring me in like a mother offering candy to her child, until it gets too thick and I am unable to move, my air is scarce, and I am disappointed in myself for being such a fool, like that same little kid that just too late realized his mother was wielding a hand full of air in order to draw him closer and sit him down... no matter how much he wept. I am now trapped in this thick and dense fog, and I must fight harder to overcome it. I wipe at life with so much hatred and sadness for deceiving me in such a way, trying to take away the doubt that my existence is non-important. Finally the wiping pays off and I catch a little glimpse in life. I look through the mirror and see this totally different world, I look through and see a perfect environment to assure that I am someone, I look through and see this beautiful sea of tranquility and bliss, and I then realize that I am just one motion away from gaining this assurance,. I open my eyes, the fog and doubt is gone, but here is still the mirror. Now I know that it is time for me to make a move.