where have been?i have not made the progress i so richly need for my self. i am extremely critical of my work. some say that my work is good. others wish to have the uncanny insight that i have. while I myself wish and want to be further than i am today. wherever i am, i know i could be somewhere else. somewhere further from here. my heART speaks of shackles, chains that restrict, that bind, that prevent my mind from escaping into another zone, another world, another realm of mindful possibility. that estranged place that only the few are gifted with. instead the journey has become the tiresome hitch-hiker's nightmare. will it ever end. will it ever be green, will i ever reach that promised sactuary of bliss, of peace, of oneness with my creative soul, the soul that yearns after itself for it its creative.where am i today? where will i be tomorrow?