Explination

Creating was always my thing, it's all I ever wanted, all I ever did.
Now that I stop and look just how far away from that I am, I feel lost. Shaking and cold I know not where I am, how I got here, or where to start. I feel like a part of me is missing, dropped along the path to afford other loads.

It's time to find my way home, back to that feeling in my stomach and the aching in my bones, back to the place where I could create something meaningful. A place where fire, a thing that only could be made by trying, was the only source of light and strange sounds filled every nook and shadow. The place where my soul could commune with it's maker, and all things were just as they were, no subjection's, no apologies.

The thrill is in the hunt, chasing every thought until it's captured and turned every which way round until all that can be extracted from it is.

This blog is my journey, the backway if you will. Everything here is as much an experment as it is anything else. I have walked too long without the thing that makes me tick, and this is the backway home. Feel free to follow it as you will, stay a while and sit, listen, ponder, look, stare, even comment if you would like. Feel free to close this window and go about your every day. This is for me, and for others, it's about everything and nothing, it's only what it is, my journey.

This place is mine though, I plan on posting everything, no holds bar. All my moments of victory, all my blunders, all my twist and turns along the way. I have to do this, it's my only way back, it's my only lifeline.
If your offended, well, thats ok.
If your moved, well, thats ok too.
If your inspired, well, grasp it, steal it, and make it your own.

I'm scared about what will appear here, mostly becuase what appears here is all me. No fronts, no masks, all will be shown both good and evil. Most media will be based in a visual sprectum I'm sure, but no one really knows. It's the mystery that makes it grand.

I hope all of this will be taken in by someone who isn't me, but even if only my eyes see it, it will be worth the efforts.



-Having lost my way, I try to find the path. A place that always was is now so far.

I'm coming though;
I'll take the Back Way Home