Truth lives on a mountain, high above the world, across treacherous crevasses and up vertical cliffs that seem to disappear into oblivion…
I have journeyed far and still truth eludes me … I am not outwardly Goth and have never been …
I do not embrace the darkness and I do not reject the light, but somewhere deep inside lives the inklings of a desire to become that which I have admired and respected all my life …
Those of you who posess the courage and the conviction to be what you are …
Me? I live somewhere in-between day and night, amongst the shadows …
If you look for me, you will find me …
Still you would not recognise me for who I am …
I walk, talk, work, live and dwell among these plastic people as if I am a part of them …
And yet somewhere deep inside I know that this is not who I am …
Am I living a lie or is it possible that I can be a little bit of both?