Blue Mist

walk me home, wherever that is walk me home in the frigid wind through the skyscrapers that never ask how we feel meandering through the...

One step, two steps, and more One mile, two miles, alone No one, picks up, their phone And so, I walk, alone. Talking, loudly, agai...

The past is in the past Don't hook-up on a year back Time goes on quite so fast But this year's been hell to me Mad sounds in a ...

Do you suppose that we could survive This menopause for the rest of our lives? I can't seem to look into your eyes Remind me still of...

Last October, I was a wreck I was the wreck you made The fragments here and there The soul programmed to abate, but didn't. I stopp...