I really do think with my pen, because my head often knows nothing about what my hand is writing.
Culture and ValueWhat is the difference between my life and my love? One gets me low, the other lets me go.
An Equal Music...you found me in my lonely labyrinth and like Beatrice, led me out of my own hell...
A Familiar RainDisbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild.
Getting the Girl