How to be Who I need to be For everyone who needs me
If I knew that I wouldn’t cry
…
I’m shivering on the concrete floor,my body swerving downinto the depths of the ocean.
On the night that Bob Dylan forgets the wordsWe’re all going to have to stand up and be…
She says her family fears for her life:“They tell me…
All your words are beautiful,
Entitled, falsely inside her tragedy,warm sunsets in Tuscany revive her soul, whence it never existed.