Welcome Back.

This blog seems to me like one of those books that doesn't quite pull you in at first; they require a little bit of faith on the part of the reader and sometimes you are rewarded and sometimes (alas) you aren't. Perhaps this blog is like one of those books and after a few chapters it really starts to grow on you and develop in unexpected ways.
I find my inspiration to participate in the blogesphere from all of you. That's right. Some days I spend hours browsing through random blogs. I encounter some of the most intriguing personalities, stories and pictures to be found anywhere and my faith in humanity, my love for my fellow man is rekindled anew.
I am still finding my purpose for this blog. I want mine to be as beautiful as yours.

A Day With No Yesterday.

Now just let me go. Unearth my roots and let them dry in the sun.

There's No One to Stop You.

You are the picture of every stranger,
each one a mystery,
a missed connection,
each my brother and sister,
yet nothing to me at all.

I Have Nothing to Declare.

I am a survivor. This is the conclusion I have arrived at after contemplating the sum of the past thirty one years of my life. And that's fine. The problem is that for the past ten years I have been walking around in the kind of daze experienced by someone who has just been pulled from a smoldering wreck. I have been left to wonder, why me? I exist in a slow catatonic state which does not allow to me see a clear direction or plot a true course in my life. A vague sense of guilt envelopes me like the fog. To others I must be a silhouette, a ghost of someone they used to know. To me they are mirrors and I am growing old.
I am a lucky man. I have lived to see thirty one years. I have traveled around the world. I have loved and been loved by beautiful women. I have won the praise, respect and admiration of great people. I have made some real friends.