Cold winter nights and freshly fallen snow Casting thoughts against a pale reflection Seems kinda random impeding on the flow To navigate our world with no real direction Cigarette smoke lingers in this conversation Ideas whisper of relevance to...

  "I would really like to help you Miss Jane but Mr Vanlian is not here," the hotel receptionist was shooing me away but I stood my ground. I wasn't going to let some minor technicality from seeing him. If...

Crippled visibility casted before my face.Weathered by fog, low mist and even haze.Numbered like the days, you might be hot andbothered in a cell. See us from afar and hide.Frightened from the height without an ask for raise.Lately I’ve...