February, 4, 2010, As Uncle Frank, Jeff and I left the konsiyerto arena in a town in Maryland I was completely silent. The most I ever did the whole ride to the hotel was waving to a few of my fans. When we got to our room I went outside to the balcony with my acoustic guitar. For a half an oras I just sat there thinking, biting my bottom lip and fighting back tears. Then I slowly started to strum the chords to Cindy Lauper’s song Time After Time, Lying in my kama I hear the clock tick,
and think of you
caught up in circles confusion--
is nothing new
Flashback--warm nights--
almost left behind...
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