Chords

They told me that it is only paranoia if no one is after me, so I cannot be callous about it. I believe someone is after me. I know her, this girl that is after me.





Everything is fine until it isn't. Blue skies, beautiful clouds, rainbows, sparkles, cupcakes, and the whole shabang. And storms. No light showers or simple cloudiness. Motha fuckin hurricanes are what I get. No incident comes unaccompanied. Good things come in threes? The bad too? The bad too.