I have come back, i had forgotten for so long. drifting in an abstract dream of reality wherein the world enfolded over my eyes to shield me from truly seeing myself. I swam within murky depths, the waves rolling over me like a darkened cloud, i sank into a pit of despair and arose into a world of dreamlike confusion, i fell in love at least what i thought was love, and then i fell out of it as easily as i had fallen in.

To be so lost, yet unaware, to forget who you truly are, to exist for the pleasures of others, that was the life i led for some time. I had forgotten what i truly love and where i get my inspiration, for a time there i had a muse but they turned out to be not much more than an amusement.

my dreams all flooded back to me in a shock of realisation, there was more to life than what i see, there was more to time than the way it feels as it passes by, there is more to live for than the nine to five existence, coming home only to be tired and sleep.

there is more to friends than just their names, and there is more to people than how they show themselves on the surface.

I am still finding my place in the world but at least i have returned to it