July 10, 2010

What the Fog Can't

I float alone into the fog, it oozes into me but fails to fill the voids in my mind and heart. Familiar songs bring old emotions and traffic. Wide eyed I wait for tears but can't seem to eek or blink out anything real. Wide open spaces feel more confined as my want for what I can't have out weighs those that want for what I can't give. Let the band play on, let the music and the melodies seam old scars and fill what the fog can't.


Doug said...

I was afraid of this.

Rio said...

and theres more where that came from, but don't worry I started thinking in haikus so they will continue here and there