Omens.

I read, of course I do.

I read tea leaves, the clouds in the sky and everything else.

I read reflections on shop windows, brands of guitar only sold in the country I live.

I read the number of reader entries on the blog. And things that seem related, but only seem.

The descent into madness. I also read a "never".

I get so many mixed signals and not even a direct reply. Not one.

Come see me, even if it's a kick in the nuts. Anything but this.

Peeps will say they love you. Who knows, maybe they do.

There's no "maybe" with me.