Individuality Standing on the cold wooden floor, the light from the morning sun works a path through the window and the partly open blinds. Wearing nothing but the warming rays, which illuminate part of your face and your body, you feel safe. A welcoming arm embraces you providing a comforting warmth. The other side of your body sitting on the dark side of the sun however feels cold, uncomforted, unwanted and lonely. Standing in front of you, looking at you, mimicking your movement, your expressions, following your eye movement is someone that you are very familiar with: You Inside, you crave the feeling of individuality, that you are one of a kind, a rare breed, priceless. Yet for some reason you still wonder what others think of you. The need to be validated mixes with wonder and doubt to create a deadly concoction. However, your outer shell is only a preview of your inner soul. What they can see barely scratches the surface of your being. The person you can see in the full length mirror mounted on that wall is a result of #life experiences, growing up, pain, joy, learning. We all connect with interests, our varying degrees of enthusiasm the driving force making us the person we are. Your resistance to the norm, no desire to be like everyone else and follow the flock has paid off. Those carbon copies out there are almost under the influence of a drug, numbing them from the pain of making their own decisions. You are free from that. You are you and nobody can take your individuality away. Nobody can truly imitate it - apart from that mirror of course. You get dressed, the warmth from the sun, pressing further into your skin, inspiring you with the confidence to face the world beyond the front door. Hold your head up high and be proud of who you are. Unique.

I am a broker of emotional commodities. Pleasure, joy, grief, pain. I power the engine of your smiles, tears and dreams. I contain finite supply of fuel, one day I shall cease to exist. When that day comes, so shall you. You are simply a passenger, having no control upon what is going on around, below and above you. If you attempt to take control, and alter what is set in stone, repercussions will be swift and hard. I have a crystal clear view through the window into your soul. I can open you up like a flimsy tin can, and empty out the soup of your thoughts into the world, leaving you with nothing, an empty shell. Before you consider me an enemy, remember this I am your Guardian Angel, and I shall bring you no harm. However, I am not your saviour. You are.

Is it just me, or does Opuss feel more at home on the iPhone rather than the iPad?

Society It is impossible to rest The nuclear energy of society stops for no-one. If we attempt to take our foot off the gas, our internal flywheel thunders on Preventing our engine from stopping. We never sleep. Stress and pressure have overtaken bread, rice and potatoes as our staple dietary needs Food is an afterthought, over processed, readily produced chemicals to ingest Keeping another cell of the mighty machine running Simple things have ceased to exist Extinction of face-to-face communication An environment full of self service, pixels and emoticons While real facial expressions stay locked away Modern society has screwed us over.

Bicycle Ride Today, we went for a ride together for the first time. When the strong breeze paused for a few moments, sunshine actually made outdoors feel pleasantly warm, a sneak preview of the Summer that awaits us. As we cycled along a relatively small section of the country park, you took off in front of me, your long ponytail flowing behind you, as you displayed your new found skill and balance. I felt an inner warmth as my face smiled with an immense amount of paternal pride. My baby is growing up into a beautiful young lady. We stopped several times to pick flowers, have a drink of water and do cartwheels (I watched, you demonstrated!) Although I have missed so much up to now, I savour our time together. I can't make up for lost time, but I can show you how much I love you, my precious little girl