My Yearn For Home Is

I Was Always Such A People-watcher. I Would Sit On Street Corners Alone And Watch People And Make Up Stories About Them In My Head. Then, All Of A Sudden, I Was The One Being Watched.

Life Has A Funny Way Of Helping You Out When You Think That Everything's Gone Wrong.

First I Was 'angry,' Then 'spiritual.' Now I Don't Know What I Am.

I Find As An Artist If I'm Not Expressed Relatively Consistently, I Get Really Depressed.

I'm Lost, But I'm Hopeful.