Fog

My thoughts have been wandering up to the sky....

........so I look up..............

....................and everything I see.............

is grey.



Can you see the thunderheads rolling in?....

......oh yeah.......

I'm gonna blow.


I feel a little out of sorts, a little disjointed.

.........................I don't belong anywhere..........

Forgive my angst. Please.


"Mirror, mirror. I'll dance for you, and you will dance for me. Who says a woman can not serve? It would be my pleasure. Who says it is not my destiny to let you control me? Underneath the disco light, everybody's feeling all right. Get on your hands and knees...and praise the new deity. Serve the ego." -Jewel.

Yeah, go ahead and do that people. I'll wait here for you to screw up and come crawling back. And no, I won't say "I told you so..."