I just spent the past couple hours dealing with my prior self, and I must say that after going through all that, I am glad it is over with.

A lot of memories come back to me, some good, most bad, but throughout it my convictions are shown at their most basic and barest of forms, and I think finally publishing them here has given me the chance to allow myself to let go of whatever hang-ups I have previously had about my past writings.

That said, I'd like to thank Moe for helping me throughout my youth and always being there for me to shed a little light and show a little guidance in my time of unanwerable questioning. She believed in me when nobody else would give me the time, and honestly words can not even begin to express how thankful I am for everything she has done for me.

Looking back on all of this now, I see my brother dealing with a lot of the same problems I had at his age, and I bring this all to his attention as well. As well as any other viewers of DeviantART that may also share a common benefit in reading them. Though I no longer have any use for these poems, and have somewhat out grown them over the years, it does not change that still others can relate to them in some way or another, and so I have also published these here to show that they are not the only ones who feel the way they had.

I honestly believe these poems speak a foreign tongue that I am no longer able to pronounce, but understand nonetheless. If ever asked to write more in such a fashion as these I would have to decline, but add these here to throw upon the pile of so many works of others that have come before me.

To the past, and to the future.