“First I overcame the pangs of isolation, born in an undesirable body in an unforgiving time. Next I addressed the fire of anger, as a result of rejection and mockery. From here I moved to the plane of denial, where the self met the hoard in a devious stew….
It was at this time I first faced the spectre of oblivion that had seemingly been ordained for one bearing my mark.
However, from this abyss, I manoeuvred into a new slipstream, meant for wanderers and thinkers alike.
Through this current I felt a freedom and a function, a form and fellowship, except this was a fellowship of one.
Within this singular race I ran a different sprint…one made from all the shortcomings that became shortcuts.
In the end, we arrive where we started. It is through rejection that I was forced to look inwards. It is inwards where I found a calling…this calling was telling me something I could already feel. Those who feel…are those who create.”