Sometimes one can find inspiration in the most strangest of places. I wanted to find my among empty bottles of various hard booze but no chance of that. Sometimes I feel that I exists only as a shadow being, only seen in the right light but vanishes when there are no shadows. Years ago, I was a bit different, my mind was open to the world and with that, I found myself among friends with unique lifestyles. To celebrate, I drew and threw caution to the wind. Those were strange times, but they were brief times Before I knew it, my thoughts turned to settling down, finding someone to share my life with and try and grow old gracefully.

Now and then I look back on those days and sigh. I wear a collar, but it is invisible, tied to one person who needs me yet feels the need to use me. I've grown too old to flirt and trust me, I had enough chances within the past few months to flirt my ass off yet I felt a sharp yank at the collar. The only indulgence I have left is my art and heaven knows what will happen to that if and when I marry her. Until then you all can expect a few pictures of hot bois, gal on gal action and the like, but if you notice that there is no heart in it, sorry, I'm running on empty, cruising on fumes and such.

Good lord! I'm too old to be Emo!!!