white fog

there is a blank sheet of paper in front of my window
i see no difference between the wall in my room and the window
i can't see outside
i feel my eyes have been covered up and i'm sheilded. What am I hiding from?
at times i think i can see it shifting but the paper lies thick
the whiteness brings with it the silence,
i can hear the ships struggling through their blindness
blindness to an outside i want to take part in, i want to see and experience
white
shadows moving
stillness
struggling
fear
fear of what can't be seen or known
if i open my window will it come inside? will i put out my hand and touch it? will i know when it's here? will it have a smell, a sense, a sound, a taste? will it catch me off guard and impose on me? will i find my way out?