I love you when I forget about me.
I paint my joy and I sing my sorrow.
I see bodies as individual things.
I've looked at life from both sides now...from win and lose, and still somehow it's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all.
How does a person create a song? A lot of it is being open to encounter and to be in touch with the miraculous.
you dont know what you got till its gone