Sometimes we have to go to the past to move forward...

This seems to be one of my many themes for 2006.

1992

Each person I meet is a mirror - no cracks, completely whole - fresh
The more we talk - the mirror cracks and eventually breaks
a harsh word, a misunderstanding, anything regarded negative causes the deterioration
How is it the ones I love the most have the shattered mirrors?

This was the year I found my voice: naive, angry, sexual... It suprised everyone.
This was the snippet that my friends liked the most.

2006
This is the year I suprise everyone again.