I've Always Had A Love

Gather Yourself By The Sea Shore And I Will Love You There. Assemble Yourself With Wild Things, With Songs Of The Sparrow And Sea-foam. Let Mad Beauty Collect Itself In Your Eyes And It Will Shine - Calling Me. For I Long For A Man With Nests Of Wild Things In His Hair. A Man Who Will Kiss The Flame.

Writing Is A Really Good First Step Toward That Goal Of Knowing Yourself.

I'm Having A Bad Day. I Am Not Size Six. My Legs Are Not Skinny As Sticks, And Dammit, Someone's Got To Pay. I'm Afraid That I Can't Satisfy Myself And That My Happiness Depends On Someone Else. I Feel Weak, So You're Gonna Take The Fall. You're So Shallow.

I Grew Up Bar-singing And Saw All Kinds Of Ways People Tried To Outrun Their Emotional Pain. It Doesn't Work. You End Up With The Original Pain, As Well As New Pain Added On Top Of It From The Tactics You Used Trying To Avoid It In The First Place. It's Best To Take A Deep Breath, Bolster Yourself, And Walk Through It.

I'd Sit On Logs Like Pulpitslisten To The Sermonof Sparrowsand Find God In Simplicity,there Amongst The Dandelionand Thorn