The description of the wind,
is as elusive as the way it acts...

At the edge of the cliff
So close I can hear the ocean sing...

A voice inside my head conveys a message:
"Don't you go seeing him again...

And there are times where I feel as naked
As the water fresh from the tap...

How can you love this Lost Girl?
The one who wanders off the beaten path...

Reflections of the lights; so mesmerizing.
The stars shine down, silent voices of judgment...

Dear Friend,
I'm infuriated...

Can't you see she's a girl with a kind soul?
She's the kind of girl...

Cigarette in hand,
a bottle of liquid in the other...

I was lying in a field of dying grass
Staring at the bright blue sky overhead...

The sun touches the ground,
Thawing out the ice that held it still...

As Alice once responded
To the Mad Hatter...