The Brightest Star On A Cloudless Night

A Lot Of The Time, I Write A Lot Of Angry Stuff, But Then I Don't Want To Be A Finger-pointer - I'd Rather Be A Cheerleader Than A Judge. I Don't Want To Preach As If I'm In Some Position Of Righteousness, But I Do Want To Speak My Mind And Scream At The Clouds And Shout Out Of The Pit Of Hopelessness That I Sometimes Think The Human Race Is In.

Just Knowing That The World Is Round Here I'm Dancing On The Ground Am I Right Side Up Or Upside Down? Is This Real Or Am I Dreaming?

I Think Making Things That Aren't Necessarily Shiny, Happy Feelings, Putting Them In That Environment Is Sometimes An Easy Way To Deal With The Ugliness. Like, I Know That As A Kid, That I Found - I Think I Learned This A Bit From My Mother - That If I Could Be As Warm Around Strangers, No Matter How Strange Or What Different Environment I Was In, That People Tended To Be Warm Back.

Oh, Man, Oh How I Wish I Didn't Smoke Or Drink To Reason With My Head.

She Thinks, "hey, How Did I Come To This? I Dream Myself A Thousand Times Around The World, But I Can't Get Out Of This Place"