A heavy burden lifted from my soul, I heard that love was out of my control. - Leonard Cohen

I write to murder the selves that whisper untruths to me.

It's hard to hold the hand of anyone who is reaching for the sky just to surrender

When you've fallen on the highway
And you're lying in the rain,
And they ask you how you're doing
Of course you'll say you can't complain
If you're squeezed for information,
That's when you've got to play it dumb
You just say you're out there waiting
For the miracle, for the miracle to come