No one masters the heart.
A heavy burden lifted from my soul, I heard that love was out of my control.
Only in Canada could somebody with a voice like mine win 'Vocalist of the Year'.
This mental space is occupied and everything is mine.
The art of longing's over, and it's never coming back.
I noticed that when I was on Prozac my relationship with the landscape improved. I actually stopped thinking about myself for a minute or two, because most of the thoughts one has about oneself are involved with desire or loneliness or isolation or strategies to overcome them.