I've been absent from the world of deviants, of art. I've been satisfied, not with my creative accomplishments, but with my own life. The descriptions given throughout this facadical portfolio of mine encompass and explain my thought process and growth over the past two years. It is amazing to look back and re-read such words that once flowed from my thoughts to this screen. Life is too short to dream and never act. The cliché saying sticks. Victimized and pathetic the true depth of my emotion may never be fully grasped, but through the entire wave length and rollercoaster I am finally solid.

Some will believe ill of me, but that is a small price to pay for the freedom I have now. I know my life will never be perfect, or stay as it is, but why would I want it to? Why would I want to rob myself of another experience to learn from. Right now satisfaction is present, for the moment, if but for a moment. Eventually all will change, but for now. This page will become a tomb, a gallery of lost moments and growing pains. For now it will be sustained, and preserved so that I might be reminded of what I once was, and who knows, perhaps what I will be again.