Bluesy

A hurricane has moved me. I am being pushed to many directions. Confusion muddles my mind. The future calls out to me.  Will all the dots be connected? But to carry forth I have some company. The blues.

A chance encounter with tunes heard before. These tunes embrace me and ruffle my hair. The cold breeze does not seem so bad anymore.

Cigarettes, coffee and the blues.  Numb.

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