photorealistic gothic image based on the following poem "A Worthy Journey A worthy journey, A one that I will keep very close to the front of my mind, A journey with moments of sadness, madness and fun. You know the kind. Some days were long and drawn with no line to follow, another stroke of the clock, I could no longer swallow. The people that I met at each point on the road, they each had their own story to mention, Their journey just unfolding, I was just riding along, wanting to belong, their feet still sore, yet all with the same intention. Each set of eyes, that held my gaze, I could see so deep, each with their own knowledge and awareness that I now keep. I never intended to take this new found path, as self-destruction from self-hate, death, isolation, it all could have been my fate. I never understood the strength of I can, it turns out you can be a better man. My journey, is again forged by me, I can’t help it, slap your knee. This one is a part of the rehabilitation stay. I had some how made it to a place after a very long time in denial. I can describe the ride in as a underground river or stream, running directly under my life. I was always in the hole. When I came out of the waterslide as such, I had landed somewhere unknown, yet I knew I was ok."