To Heal The Wound, You

When We Get In A Routine We Can Become Zombie-like And Shut Down.

The Only Way Out Is To Go So Far In.

So Then I Though I'd Make Some Plans, But Fire Thought She'd Really Rather Be Water Instead.

I'm A Musician First, A Food-lover Second, A Dirty Mouth With Feet, And A Girl Last Time I Checked.

Healing For Me Is Being Able To Sit Next To The Butcher And Say 'yes, I’m Sitting Next To The Butcher Now,' Instead Of Saying 'there Is No Butcher'.