Steel on my wrist, smile on my face, her on my mind, her name on my lips. We kiss as the clock strikes five, restless and relentless, and I long for her, battling my bonds, but never quite free.

I am in a whirlpool, struggling in the suffocating waves, holding onto hope as a hand reaches out to me, but as usual, it just adds someone else’s pain to my sinking shoulders, and there is nothing to do but drown.

It’s the same old town, but the day feels new. The leaves linger on the trees, waving as the morning wanders around the corner, and the world harvests her hopes and dreams, as blessings break through gloomy clouds and fall to Earth. The day feels new, and I understand her. My heart sings of second…

Grey greets me as I grieve last night’s dream. I have a feeling that she will have a home in my mind, all day, staying in the hotel that I built, begging for her to stay, breathless at the very thought of her, and all of her promises.

Dark eyed daydreamer, with a cloud above her head, and an umbrella that she is learning to use. I begged my blues to leave me be, but we’ve become so close, that they were lost without me, so I sheltered them from the storm, until the storm promised to stop, and I could hear my…