It's been an excellent five years here, thanks for the good times.
I'm here and there, gone then back, dark then light, happy and sad. I am a paradox, but I'm not really that strange.
I have to say that I'm truly a very happy person, though I wasn't always. As of late my poetry has been going in that direction, understandably. Perhaps some day I will be back in the place I used to be and I will return to writing morbid and depressing works, but I like the way things are going.
I write for myself, I write to others, I write what I know, if you get something out of it, that just makes things that much better. I write under the assumption that those who I write about will never hear, I think it sort of shows. I'm all over the board and hard to describe, constantly changing and redefining myself and my life.
Stop reading this and just read my work already.
Personal favorites denoted by an asterik.
Enjoy...
wilted
