Pink Hair Blue Eyes, Stormy Skies

Expectations lead to suffering. This I know to be true. Ask me how much knowing this helps.

I am aware of the beauty of this moment
How perfectly the gray clouds tuck me in
Like cool soft blankets as I sink into this mood,
Settle into the gentle melancholy
That promises, in a whisper, to lift in a while
Its only temporary, this liquid state of mind.

I also thought of an idea for a song on BART "Just a Girl".
Need to sit and write.