Blue Ghost Woman

A random combination of words

I wish I knew the way that aliens think

My heart and head and mind all one, I am a lost

soul, blue ghost woman

dancing, slowly, toenails tying my nerves in bundles, and

why,

I wonder, do I care about the way they see me,

if all I ever wonder is 

why I cannot,

why I do not escape my f*****g lonely

boring

all-too-anxious

dream?