Matthew Creed

I was in the winter of my life, and the friends I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.

Three months down the line of being on an endless journey of emotions, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.

I was a performer - not a very popular one.

I had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.

I didn't really mind because I soon became aware that the I was never going to get what I came looking for, which was you.

My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality ; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean...

I JUST RIDE.