Life Isn't about finding yourself Or finding anything Life Is about creating yourself And creating things Tim stared into space. He was high as the clouds. All responsibilities didn't matter for a while.  He just wanted to be high. Life had been tough on him. Normal, but tough. So many questions and no answers. So many answers but no questions. So much life and so little love. Love in abundance but no one who listens. Karaoke but nobody really listening to him sing. His friend Tash asked him to join the stage so they could sing a song in Spanish. Tim didn't know the song and didn't know any Spanish. He felt humiliated. Tash said he was fat. That didn't feel nice. They got drunk on Tequilas. "Don't fall asleep in the pub", said Tash. But what did it all really matter. Tim waited many hours, wasted his time on Tash. Tash didn't love him, she only cared about herself. She never remembered anything Tim had said. I was born in Blackwood, I grew up on a ...