Inokahani

Have you ever tried to hold the mist in your fist? The simple need once it enters your mind, you just can't get over it. How soft it feels and the fleeting flight it takes away from your hand. You try to chase it back. The feeling gone now you can't get over it. The way it felt so soft so warm yet so cold. Why did it leave? Your heart yearns yet you don't really know what you miss. You want to go back see what else the mist holds in it's grip. Has it taken you too? The mist that was in your hand you'll never get it back. Every time it won't be the same, something is missing each new time. You can't chase it back. Tears slip down your face,