Fathers, sons and despair.
Hot, unrequited passion.
That time at 3 or 4 in the morning, when you break out in a cold sweat, full of regrets.
A simple man, with simple needs.
A dysfunctional Rapunzel tale.
The confusion of love.
Love, freedom and self-deception.
Seasonal but timeless. I ain't ready for the cold.
Troping toward the light.
Leaving behind a cycle of negative behaviors and memories.
Minor blues, major problem.
Major blues, betrayal and uncertainty.
Desperate times don't always provide any measures, drastic or otherwise.
Music of the spheres, places, history and people.
It takes two to tango, but just one to sing the blues.
Conception of my third child.
The title sums it up.