When you've held back for a better deal, only to find you've lost the feeling for life itself, in hanging on too long; worn down the images to a negative of their former selves. As you try to catch old feelings that once lit up your life. Your sense of touch is fading. More pressure needed to feel alive. You hear the world, but don't know what it's saying.Now the fog has brought you here to the stone ground.You must lie here in its embrace til it passes. All the whispers in your head from your ancestors, are telling you to wait it out; not climb too far, too fast.