I Think Even In A Good Marriage,

I Can't Believe That I Would Keep, Keep You From Flying And I Would Cry A Thousand More If That's What It Takes To Sail You Home.

It's [a Miscarriage] All Very Thief-in-the-night. No One Really Knows What To Say. You Go Into The Emergency Room, You Think You're Going To Be A Mum And You Walk Out Empty. It's All Neat And Tidy, There's This Potential Being In Your Life And You're Empty - All Cleaned Up And Put Back Together, But Completely Shattered.

I Use Innocence In My Demeanor Like A Venus Flytrap.

When I Am Able To Be Present, Listening - Really Listening - To A Viewpoint Described Through Someone Else's Lens, I Am Here In The Now And Alive.

Being Able To Still Make Records Is A Privilege. I Don't Take It Casually.