Inspiration

Gathering silence
With greedy fingertips
It takes too much to speak
And there are no words
To give me breath
There is nothing here
But peace

I stand here waiting again
The directions spun
I should be lost…I think
Instead I’m listening
Like it’s the same old thing
Same old, same old thing again
I’ve left something behind
I know I did

Maybe it’s not the blossoms
That are so out of place
Against these cold, gray days
Maybe it's me

JANE WHERE ARE YOU???

JANE.......


WHERE HAVE YOU GONE?


I MISS YOU!!! COME BACK!

Sad....

Going to drown in Mazzy Star.