Author S. K. Nicholas

Selfish lover, always needing the utmost devotion. I can’t sacrifice my art, you should know that by now. There’s nothing quite like the taste of your lips, or the way your hips feel against mine, but vision is something that can’t be compromised. There’s nothing to show for it, and the years have got behind me already. No money to speak of, and one relationship after the other left dangling in the wind. It’s a mess of what others call living, a waste of what others call a life. This is my faith though. A journey of pain and pleasure, to the centre of something I’m not quite sure of. It’s all in those lonely footsteps. In the conscious decision to detach myself from those around me. They keep themselves happy with their ways, those terrible, self-satisfying ways. It keeps them safe, for their safety is in the acceptance of others. To step outside is a dangerous thing, but it’s the only way to be if you want to achieve what you feel inside. This isn’t a game. Come with me, or know it’s over. Pioneers of creation, not of doing as others do. These days know nothing of visions, that’s why they disappear soaked with regret. Live forever, or drift away and die as if you were never really here. Change, or lose it all. Hush now baby, and come find me in the pines.