Sunday, 13th December 2015

This blog. Feels odd to be characterised on your past and not on your future or future aims, but here it is anyway see. Parts of me, some long-gone, some forgotten, and some still standing. And some all three. I'm not sure when I will feel as if I have anything more to say and who it is I would be talking to, I'm tying much harder to be a real physical person living in the real physical world see after living within my own world of creation for long enough it seems. I still like that world, it is comforting and can be a fun little playground for ideas and thoughts and creativity, and when people come and join me in it I enjoy it very much, but even saying these words gives me a slight feeling of unease, as if I really were 'the needy one', the child left alone in the corner, or picked last for the football squad. Feelings I would rather move on from, I don't want to be an emo anymore and this site ties me to all that's been before: the fantasies and myths and self-indulgence. But who knows, even though it is digital and would disappear at the push of a digital button dropping a digital bomb, maybe this is how people would know us in the future. One lonely soul finding another through their own words much like we have done in the past with books. Words are not always for the author but for the reader, and I've written enough songs to realise that some people like some things and some people don't, and that even if only one person is touched or comforted by the person you are then it is worth sharing. I have met and known some of my dearest friends through their sharing of words on computer screens.

So regardless of how I feel about this site, whether it is not a true representation of me still travelling on my journey, it is and was still relevant to the person I am today