I walked outside the main building of my school and couldn’t see anything.
I couldn’t see anything or anyone but the slight glow of the old fashioned lamp posts, but even then it was dark. There’s something very magical to the eerie feeling of witnessing fog for the first time. I didn’t expect it. I didn’t expect the feeling you get when your walking home, alone and you couldn’t see anything in front of you except your own body. Even then, it felt as if I wasn’t there, or my body wasn’t my own, or that I even existed all together. Its an odd, exciting feeling. Then I got to thinking how I’d gotten here in the first place, and I thank every being, every possible power that I am.