Singer, songwriter, lover of life, and all things artistic.
My little crab hand
My mama used to tell me I'm like a pink tree in a green forest. "People will stare because it's different. They will also stare because it's magnificent." As she'd hold me in her arms, I'd try to let her sweet touch and comforting words reassure my aching being. My mama tried very hard to make me understand that there is nothing wrong with me. Even more so, that being different is beautiful. Although I couldn't help but agonize in wondering why. Why? Why me? Flawed, shameful, ugly, faulty... I got the notion inside my head that, somehow, I was defective and needed to hide my hand.
These things (song lyrics)
Touch is what I'm thinking about when I think of you And all you awaken in me Anticipating your kiss Anticipating its bliss
I used to fear the world
I used to fear the world The anguish of crowded rooms The immensity of loneliness I used to fear myself I used to fear the world