Our Stories Can Set Us Free. When

Pain Didn't Ever Really Stop, He Thought; It Just Changed Forms.

No Matter How Bad Things Get, You Can Always See The Beauty In Them. The Worse Things Get, The More You Have To Make Yourself See The Magic In Order To Survive.

You Are My Marilyn. You Are My Lake Full Of Fishes. You Are My Sky Set, My 'hollywood In Miniature,' My Pink Cadillac, My Highway, My Martini, The Stage For My Heart To Rock And Roll On, The Screen Where My Movies Light Up.

My Mother Said, "kiss Him, Darling, It's Easy So Natural" And I Thought To Myself, Not With Lips Of Stone, Dear Mother, Not With Lips Of Stone

It Was Always A Relief When She Came Home To Him. Like Water Or Food. Like Music Or That Moment When You Cut Yourself With A Knife And Squeeze The Skin And No Blood Oozes Out.