As I am now officially the last of my kind, I have lost all interest in being anywhere, anywhen, or anyone. I have gone by myriad of names and nicknames, but simply Robert as my mom called me will do, and this is the abyss that once fueled my desire to be something that I am not. Someone with hope...

Here is a place to share the state of the world from my perspective:

What makes me me? I will struggle to answer that question for myself, kind of an online diary of my past and present:

I have a pretty broad view on religion, and I do not exclude or discount any beliefs as I incorporate the views that I have experienced, witnessed, and learned:

Throughout my life I have been writing poetry. Most of the subject matter has been dreary, with the exception of what I wrote in high school. Unfortunately, most grace the wall of my teacher, so the only I have are the ones I wrote in my own time. Please take a look:

Since I was very young, I have had very interesting dreams, most of which I remember well. Here, I will delve into the dream world that has consumed my sleep: