But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back.
Do you know they found land mines in woman's souls.
We have to create; it is the only thing louder than destruction.
If you’re handing out flashlights in the dark, start handing out stars.
You have a heart of gold and I am kneeling in your bloodstream panning for the only thing that has ever felt like home.
And we were Banksy on an overpass in New Orleans spray-painting porch lights on the hurricane. We were welcome mats for the un-forgiven. We never sold our windpipes to make a living. We were the letters sent to the wrong address, but opened anyway. We opened anyway.