free writing, fog

i of the teenage feeling and steady moodiness
i of the legend of having been out there and back, shivering,
i look good enough now, from enough of a distance
i take back my words now, out of the humid air.
i will never be anyone´s light in a storm, but i
can endure with the best of you when halfway
between nostalgia and delirium you reach
for the barely outlined shape of your secret life.