Mist

"Glad your happy now that I'm gone. Forget all and keep going. Thoughts become things of the past the future is where it lies. Maybe I could be there sometime." That's the thoughts that flood the mind of the man as he sat in the light mist as he sat there on that bench. Trying to build put that which was taken from him by the loss. "Many have come before me what makes one different. Is it there choice they make or is it the fact that certain things fire off in the mind that cause to believe something or something more? Emotion drives those that fight for happiness, they fight all the time, but happiness is not the true reason it's more the starting point a feeling or a notion that you can't deny that's the true reason. No matter how hard you try to shake it's there. It's your heart talking saying that this is right but not now maybe one day. It's doesn't stray you wrong cause someone else shares that heart with you. The embodiment of this person that lives too. A light, a guide, a companion, whatever you want to call it's there." As he finished he got up place the devices on and walk through the fog in hopes to find the next destination on his path.

This is from a new writing method developed where your given a character and emotion and you just go.