Creeva’s World 2.0

Some­times in my weaker moments I am the writer I have always aspired to be. I had always yearned to self pub­lish and with the lucky era I live in it is much cheaper then it was when I first dreamed of it. Tech­nol­ogy has enabled us in strange ways. It allows us to look for­ward and back with dig­i­tal clar­ity that was not before possible.

I believe though that the dig­i­tal clar­ity that is our life can be mud­dled and found to be lack­ing in it’s bril­liance. Because of that I attempt to main­tain and cap­ture my dig­i­tal essence to try and under­stand the con­text that is me. It allows me to look back and see the despair and trou­bles that drove me to a slight unob­jec­tion­able mad­ness. The beauty of life that feels like a moment that I can share only with my wife. Shar­ing the moments all to your­self though allow for the hol­low­ness that is lack of exis­tence to fes­ter within giv­ing an expe­ri­ence that comes out lack­ing. For this I am grate­ful, happy, and for­ever in love with my wife

Never has man before attempted to save him­self and pre­serve his data with such suc­cess then in the day we live in. That is why I’m proud to be a mod­ern man. A mod­ern man in some regards is a great thing, but learn­ing and com­plet­ing a well rounded edu­ca­tion that can peaked as high as pos­si­ble is what we should strive to do. I under­stand com­put­ers, their faults and strengths. The vul­ner­a­bil­i­ties that plague them and how to min­i­mize any dis­ease they may catch along the dig­i­tal path­ways. I can repair a car with the sweat on my brow rain­ing down and sting­ing into my eye. I can play music on a vari­ety of Instru­ments to a degree that can at least sat­isfy myself. A mod­ern renais­sance man, I am.

My friends and every­one I have met along this jour­ney we call life should be cel­e­brated and embraced. I may not keep in con­tact with them as often as I should — if I do at all — but I can say they all helped shaped me in one way or another. Some of it was for the bet­ter, some for the worse. I can say I wouldn’t trade a moment with any of them or mod­ify the ways they helped shape me. I am the man I am today because of them and for that they will all always be cher­ished. For those I don’t keep in con­tact with I apol­o­gize, for those I do main­tain in touch with, I am deeply deeply sorry.

While you can read through what I have saved, col­lected, writ­ten, or filmed. You will never get the full pic­ture. From my point of view I can not truly say if I envy you or if I should show you pity. Regard­less of the fact of what­ever it is, what can best sum me up is a poem I wrote more then a decade and a half ago:

My Eyes

The sky is blue
The grass is screen
To bad you’ll never see things
As through my eyes they are seen.

Sin­cerely Yours,

Brent M. Gueth aka Creeva Murkado

P. S. I hope this answered every­thing and noth­ing from the ques­tions you wished to utter to the imag­in­ings in your head.