Try Something Different. Surrender.

Pull The Thorn Of Existence Out Of The Heart! Fast! For When You Do, You Will See Thousands Of Rose Gardens In Yourself.

We Can't Find The Truth Listening To Our Own Voice's Echo. We Can Find Ourselves Only In Someone's Mirror

When Water Gets Caught In Habitual Whirlpools, Dig A Way Out Through The Bottom Of The Ocean.

Without You The Instruments Would Die. One Sits Close Beside You. Another Takes A Long Kiss. The Tambourine Begs, Touch My Skin So I Can Be Myself. Let Me Feel You Enter Each Limb Bone By Bone, That What Died Last Night Can Be Whole Today. Why Live Some Soberer Way, And Feel You Ebbing Out? I Won't Do It. Either Give Me Enough Wine Or Leave Me Alone, Now That I Know How It Is To Be With You In Constant Conversation.

Pain Is A Treasure, For It Contains Mercies.