Sometimes the fog is in our eyes...again...

Some days I feel that my reality is cloudy.
There's no clouds in the sky but my reality is cloudy.
There's no sky but my reality is cloudy.
There's no me but my reality is still cloudy.
Maybe the fog is in my eyes,in my arms,in my head,in my legs, in my epidermis, in my dermis.
Sometimes the fog is in the moon,in the sheeps,in my favorite song and in my eyes.
Sometimes the fog is in my clothes so I take it off.
Sometimes the fog is in my dance so I take it off.
Sometimes the fog is in my voice so I take it off.
Sometimes the fog is in my body, is in me, so I also take it off.
I take everything off and I became fog...I became you....