2007 January:

2006 June:

2005 December:

2005 September:

2005 August:

2005 March:

I was a butterfly flying through the sky but then my wing fell off and im not sure why.

Where can it be?

As I search through a darkened room, im filled with loneliness, filled with gloom.
For nobody else is in this room.

No matter what I do I cannot make them come. No one can find my broken body,
and my speckled green wings. I am alone in all of these things,

Waiting for others to break all their things.