i can feel it swirling around me. it’s cool, damp, and moist. the sun’s shining through it. i can see faint outline of a rainbow starting to form. it gets into my hair and onto my skin
when you live here on this island, it never rains, never thunders or lightnings, but always a soft fine mist, that swirls almost like snow and feels so gentle
the night was dark and wet. i heard footsteps as i was walking towards my car. who could that be? i thought to myself. my heart shuddered at the thought of being following this late at night
In the morning, I wake up. Walk into the forest. The mist stays there all day long, not just through morning. It’s like being in a horror film. I expect a giant crab to come out from the forest and drag us all into the ocean, and I’m only half disappointed when it doesn’t happen.
Exhausted as she walked through the London mist, Sofia plodded along the street through the morning, looking for a decent curry. She’d already had eleven, and she wasn’t going to stop until she was sated. Not caring it was nearly 5AM and the shops were closed, she would eat her fill if it meant tearing the roof off of the next curry shop. It was hard for this radioactive dinosaur to find culinary satisfaction when her palate’s surface temperature could boil lead.
A light mist rolled out under the door, spreading, unraveling, spiraling away from the only method of escape. That mist, that crisp, cool, cautious wind spreading was a sign from the outside. No one was safe.
what we see on the sky, and in our world, what we fear the most when we are driving, mist. The most mysterious and floating weather of all, it is only among men on Earth, but not in the atmosphere we live in. Mist, is a beautiful world with mist. Mist.
The game my grandma and I used to play. I think it was called mist, it was a game about quests and journeys. I wish a land like that one really existed, a land filled with mist and surprises.
I loved the book The Mists of Avalon. I read it over and over and could imagine myself some beautiful fairy princess trolling between two worlds, crossing over and in between the mists by riding on a scary boat in the dead of night.
Mist forms around salt crystals in the air. Or not. Sometimes there is mist in regions that aren’t coastal so obviously there’s no salt in the air. So I’m not always right. So what?
I wanted so much to see what lay beyond the mist…but fear restrained me. I was frozen…paralyzed by terror. Who knew what horrible things could be contained in that damp, dusky fog? Straining to see, craning my neck. No use. The mist would remain forever, obscuring the truth for all time….I remain forever lost…bewildered….
there was a mist as i walked through the dark forest and as i walked along i felt the earth damp and moist beneath my already tired feet. the mist left a humidity on my skin and it clung there enveloping me .
We walked through the mist as the waterfall was uncovered. “I have to poop,” he said, but I just laughed. Who would want to do that here? It was too pretty. The site belonged on some shitty postcard that was made to look like paradise. This WAS paradise.
It was a cool mist that came at me while I walked around the water. i loved the way the mist felt on my face, on my mouth, my tounge, my hair everything. it brought me coolness and refreshment.
soft sounds echo in the darkness. footsteps. someone walks along a darkened alley after a cold rain. nothing is visible through the light fog, but her eyes well up as she stares across to where she knows the water lies. this was the night that everything changed.
the light mist was falling around us as we walked into the forest and we were gently speaking and marvelling in the awesome height of the trees. It was such a majestic sight and nothing could ever pass the beauty of the scene and how wonderful it can be to be with her
You don’t know what it’s like.
I’m young, and right now I can jump through sprinklers.
Feel the mist.
But it’s a little bit painful. I don’t want to grow old.
i was at centerlink, getting my pay check cause i dont have a job. I am a very smelly man with mist in my hair, yes mist i may dare but dont smell me cause im a man from the west of mistville.
i walk in the early morning mist. it refreshes me as i stumble along to school. i gaze ahead of me. all i see are shady forms, and no definite objects.
the day was a little off. moisture collected on the wiring and dripped down until it eventually rolled off and pummeled my eyelids. i didn’t need my eyes anyway. we were worrying about a head on collision. since the fog was so thick, the only way we could avoid one was by using our ears. i wished we would have hit instead of only missing it by inches.
I don’t like this word. I don’t want to see it again. I feel uninspired. The only thing I can think about is that I would like to stop crying about this stupid boy. I am glad the test came back negative. God.
I wake up and I’m in a world surrounded in mist. Like a smooth sheet of silk that rubs against the landscape in millions of interwoven connections. I feel trapped, yet free to slide through the white entrapments like a spider of the forest.
refreshing ice the slender water slimmer qyaranteed like a breez krpy indifr of you for sometime.
A mist of rain fell on me. “Showers of blessing from God?” I thought.
Thank goodness I had on the dirtiest set of clothing you can imagine.
then came the mist, as light as feathers from the princess hair. She must be alone now, hopefully shell come to me by nightfall
i can feel it swirling around me. it’s cool, damp, and moist. the sun’s shining through it. i can see faint outline of a rainbow starting to form. it gets into my hair and onto my skin
when you live here on this island, it never rains, never thunders or lightnings, but always a soft fine mist, that swirls almost like snow and feels so gentle
mist, a faint memory of her. misty is a true gift to me, beauty, smarts, heart. I don’t know what i have done to deserve her.
the night was dark and wet. i heard footsteps as i was walking towards my car. who could that be? i thought to myself. my heart shuddered at the thought of being following this late at night
it came about me all around and swung down from the high hills across the valley
the mist grazed my cheek as it whirled about in the air and i found myself inside
In the morning, I wake up. Walk into the forest. The mist stays there all day long, not just through morning. It’s like being in a horror film. I expect a giant crab to come out from the forest and drag us all into the ocean, and I’m only half disappointed when it doesn’t happen.
Exhausted as she walked through the London mist, Sofia plodded along the street through the morning, looking for a decent curry. She’d already had eleven, and she wasn’t going to stop until she was sated. Not caring it was nearly 5AM and the shops were closed, she would eat her fill if it meant tearing the roof off of the next curry shop. It was hard for this radioactive dinosaur to find culinary satisfaction when her palate’s surface temperature could boil lead.
mist rolled across the landscape; it was too early for the sun to burn it away. It provided cover for the journey.
“Shame, shame, shame,” admonished Andrew. “It was such a beautiful day. The way the sunlight was diffused through the air was splendid.
“Too bad it had to end like this.”
A light mist rolled out under the door, spreading, unraveling, spiraling away from the only method of escape. That mist, that crisp, cool, cautious wind spreading was a sign from the outside. No one was safe.
soft rain drizzling down lightly covering haze gentle covering of rain
what we see on the sky, and in our world, what we fear the most when we are driving, mist. The most mysterious and floating weather of all, it is only among men on Earth, but not in the atmosphere we live in. Mist, is a beautiful world with mist. Mist.
Mist is in the morning air around the water. Mist feels good on a hot day and reminds me of Sonic in phoenix, Arizona. and the sww fair.
Mist, i have missed my idea of mist, the mist i seek has not an answer, can not been seen through or around, it loses all onlookers, breaks all hearts
The game my grandma and I used to play. I think it was called mist, it was a game about quests and journeys. I wish a land like that one really existed, a land filled with mist and surprises.
gets me pissed cost it gist gets the tryst while listening to Liszt
The mist clears
not only in the sky
but in my mind
The clouds are moving
and the sun is shining
Ima step outside
maybe put up a kite
set it up flying
I loved the book The Mists of Avalon. I read it over and over and could imagine myself some beautiful fairy princess trolling between two worlds, crossing over and in between the mists by riding on a scary boat in the dead of night.
She treaded carelessly and with a strange proud grace through the dewy mists. Knowing this terrain was her right, and she’d be damned if she stumbled.
mist
kissed
twist
wist
missed
I love you.
Mist forms around salt crystals in the air. Or not. Sometimes there is mist in regions that aren’t coastal so obviously there’s no salt in the air. So I’m not always right. So what?
I wanted so much to see what lay beyond the mist…but fear restrained me. I was frozen…paralyzed by terror. Who knew what horrible things could be contained in that damp, dusky fog? Straining to see, craning my neck. No use. The mist would remain forever, obscuring the truth for all time….I remain forever lost…bewildered….
there was a mist as i walked through the dark forest and as i walked along i felt the earth damp and moist beneath my already tired feet. the mist left a humidity on my skin and it clung there enveloping me .
We walked through the mist as the waterfall was uncovered. “I have to poop,” he said, but I just laughed. Who would want to do that here? It was too pretty. The site belonged on some shitty postcard that was made to look like paradise. This WAS paradise.
It was a cool mist that came at me while I walked around the water. i loved the way the mist felt on my face, on my mouth, my tounge, my hair everything. it brought me coolness and refreshment.
soft sounds echo in the darkness. footsteps. someone walks along a darkened alley after a cold rain. nothing is visible through the light fog, but her eyes well up as she stares across to where she knows the water lies. this was the night that everything changed.
the light mist was falling around us as we walked into the forest and we were gently speaking and marvelling in the awesome height of the trees. It was such a majestic sight and nothing could ever pass the beauty of the scene and how wonderful it can be to be with her
Through the mist I traveled, knowing not where my journey might take me–though exhilarated by the prospect of a new beginning I trudged on. The mist
You don’t know what it’s like.
I’m young, and right now I can jump through sprinklers.
Feel the mist.
But it’s a little bit painful. I don’t want to grow old.
i was at centerlink, getting my pay check cause i dont have a job. I am a very smelly man with mist in my hair, yes mist i may dare but dont smell me cause im a man from the west of mistville.
i walk in the early morning mist. it refreshes me as i stumble along to school. i gaze ahead of me. all i see are shady forms, and no definite objects.
Beautiful and serene. Such a forgiving sensation the mist brings. You never forget and you never remember. Mist brings beauty to all things mundane.
the day was a little off. moisture collected on the wiring and dripped down until it eventually rolled off and pummeled my eyelids. i didn’t need my eyes anyway. we were worrying about a head on collision. since the fog was so thick, the only way we could avoid one was by using our ears. i wished we would have hit instead of only missing it by inches.
Mist and fog. Really the same thing when you get right down to it.
I don’t like this word. I don’t want to see it again. I feel uninspired. The only thing I can think about is that I would like to stop crying about this stupid boy. I am glad the test came back negative. God.
mist is the morning, when you are going to school and the fog hangs just low enough to make your face cool as you walk down the street.
mist is beauty. mist is cool beauty.
I wake up and I’m in a world surrounded in mist. Like a smooth sheet of silk that rubs against the landscape in millions of interwoven connections. I feel trapped, yet free to slide through the white entrapments like a spider of the forest.