The Haze

There’s a misty haze hovering over the top of the pond as if it’s afraid to touch the top in fear that it may be dragged down into the depths of it’s mysterious under life. It’s as if it’s asking, what is this sedimentary life form , and why is it calling me. It seems to have a pull, a draw, a tough, that is alluring, but at the same time repelling.The freakish atmosphere around the pond is latching as well as hypnotically producing and inquisitive draw that cannot be denied. The call is producing a yearning, the yearning is creating a desire, and the deisre is drawing like a siphon to extract something from deep within.