Pink and Purple

Rethink, retrace.
While the mind races
through a fog, thick and seemingly never-ending.
A scent with a tinge of salt
and sour
and bitter
and it devours me
while I struggle for a breath
amidst the dewdrops that hang glistening on the sparse branches of great, towering redwood trees
and I stop.
Rethink, retrace.
There I stood,
A no name face.