a bright shock of white blonde hair caught my eye through the dreary smoke and haze of fog machines. she took my life away and stored it in her eyes. i lit a cigarette and waited for it back. by the end of the cigarette, something had changed. six long years at a loss for something to say. black sheets and white balloons fill visions unquestioned as i wander for the door. its so hard to find yourself when you cant even find the exit. i smoked again and i had changed by the light of the soft glow. i found my way out and wandered home to a place where i could my worship my ghost of a lover.