*somewhere in the nowhere | part 2

In the Fog

Strange, to wander in the fog.

Each bush and stone stands alone,

No tree sees the next one,

Each is alone.

My world was full of friends

When my life was filled with light,

Now as the fog descends

None is still to be seen.

Truly there is no wise man

Who does not know the dark

Which quietly and inescapably

Separates him from everything else.

Strange, to wander in the fog,

To live is to be alone.

No man knows the next man,

Each is alone.

{Hermann Hesse}

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