Showdown

I don't remember the fog being this dense.
The times it rolled in, in the past
seem superficial now.
Like the fog was only up to my knees and
if I stopped for just a moment to look up
I could've noticed that it wasn't at my head yet.
Well, it is now.
And its seeping into the cracks in my skull,
dying to eat away at my sanity.
What is sanity, really?
I think I tried to pick it up at the hospital.
But what a weary place to try and find yourself.
I'm a wanderer. I've always been one.
But I am left alone now, wondering
where the other half of me has wondered off to.
I don't know this half.
I'm uncomfortable sitting with it.
Us, alone, in a waiting room
and I can't make eye contact.
I'm marking it's moves, waiting
for it to spring towards me
so I can run for the door.
But I need a map this time.
I have no idea where the door is and
if it lunges at me before I find it
will I lose who I am
forever?