Joni Mitchell Never Lies.

So why does it come as such a shock
To know you really have no one
Only a river of changing faces
Looking for an ocean
They trickle through your leaky plans
Another dream over the dam
And you’re lying in some room
Feeling like your right to be human
Is going over too.

Trouble Child.

Gloomy Sunday.

soon there’ll be candles

& prayers that are sad, i know

let them not weep

let the know

that i’m glad to go

death is no dream

for in death i’m caressing you

with the last breath of my soul

i’ll be blessing you

Billie.