Hi guys, I'll save the apologies, it seems as though I'm going to be continuously intermittent on the blog as the months pass. I do miss writing, and I do miss you guys. You really isn't a poem I intended on writing, but I'm glad I did. You see, in the midst of writing The Fictional Dependency series, I found a multitude of locked up emotions and amazing memories that I wished to share. Some were real, others were intricate reflections of my thoughts, ideas, dreams and feelings. Sounds of all volumes. Images of all colours. Everything I pour into my poetry has meaning, and with this one, it has a meaning I don't want to have. It has a memory of a time before I became who I am now. It has a purity of feelings and an outstanding debt. It has a version of me that did not follow through in detail, only in essence. Through all my successes and failures over the past few years, I have found myself here. Perhaps my future is still vibrant, perhaps I don't unde...