It's been a while since I've posted anything, in part due to so much that's been going on and preparing itself for the future.  Often times I find myself becoming trapped inside myself, not letting anything come out, or not letting my art prosper in it's rightful place, and that's where my loneliness sets in.  If my art is dead to others, I am dead.  That's where I have been, dead.  As I sit here in Java J's downtown Bristol, Va listening to a guy by the name of Anthony Wayne play his heart out, I am realizing again how much I have inside, and I need to let it all spill out in someone's heart, not just mine.  I love moments when all I can do is cry.  Sometimes I am so dead and want to feel alive, I look at something and make myself cry, just because it is there and it exists for a reason.  The very insignificant thing I am looking at has potential and it makes me cry that I am sitting back as a human being not doing anything to make a difference, and I look at this object as if it can do something, but even it can't.  I guess that's why I cry, because what I see can never feel, if only I knew why then I would do anything to help.  As a young man motivated by his emotions, I stand to say that moments when I cry are the most cleansing experiences to me.  When I cry I feel alive again.  Feeling alive is my ultimate goal, not just for myself but I want others to feel alive for the sake of living and helping others live.  That's where I have been, dead.  I feel more alive, that's where I'm going.  See you there