I've gone through a lot of changes recently; not only in appearance but in attitude as well. It seems so strange in hindsight how I used to behave and such. In general it feels strange to be me, period. I have made some stupid mistakes and am going through the motions to correct them. Though hard I have learned now to admit I was/am wrong about things. I have been working most on getting back to reality, getting my head out of the clouds and realising what is truely important to me. Getting my life, and head, back into order. The total chaos it has been I found to be horribly disturbing. So now here I am, starting over. Maybe, and I do so hope, more new poetry will spring from this experience. Wish me luck everyone!