Sitting on the northern headed train through the snowWhen for the briefest life moments things feel like an old Joni Mitchell songA nostalgic flutter that always gets so sadLord knows I thank them for you, I doAnd when I ask if you’ve eaten I mean I love youhave no idea who I’m writing this to…

How cold can a planet be?Venus tells me never at all and crushed me under pressure,Neptune invited me in and drowned me in its frozen gas,Earth told me it’s perfect, that I belong there,But with its inviting smile it also had a bite.Now I’m the intergalactic traveler, better now and still cold, but there is…

I’m hoping by now I could just finish my wine and be ok with the 4 pm sunset, my rambling ways can’t be fixed though and I’ll never be there to even see it, when you look for me you’ll just see the empty seat with an empty glass, I’ll meet him again down in…

Ghosted by the DJ,it’s so late and the songs are now turning on me.I find true love every night I take a sip,as real as the bottom-shelf gin down my throat. You ask me if I’ve ever felt this way before?Yes, I’ll will again, without you, better next.But I’ll believe you if you said we…