It REALLY is 2006 again!
I AM. YOU ARE. WE ARE.
THE MOVEMENT OF SELF
TO BE WHILE NOT BEING
ONE AND SAME TOGETHER AS APART
WORDS ESCAPE ME
WHAT AM I TRYING TO SAY?
ALWAYS IN SEASON
FALLING IN BEAUTY
LIKE ARMS OUTSTRETCHED
NEVER STOP
FROM THE GROUND
FIRE IN THE FLOWER
TOUCH
TEXTURE
WHAT HAPPENS IN DALLAS...