There's The Moon Asking To Stay Long

And Though The Meaning Fits, There's No Relief In This. I Miss My Beautiful Friend.

I Sacrificed My Anonymity For My Father, Whereas He Sacrificed Me For His Fame.

I Don't Want My Reputation To Take Me Over, I Just Want To Be Judged On My Songs. I Want People To Come And See Me Because They Want To, Not Because Fashion Dictates It.

Kiss Me Out Of Desire, But Not Consolation.

Your Soul Can Fly Outward, Stringed To Your Ribcage Like A Shimmering Kite In The Shape Of An Open Hand. Be Still And Listen To The Evidence Of Your Own Holiness.