Dear God I've heard your name from teachers, family and friends, you made the universe and so will live on when it ends. Everyone I know admits they've never seen your face, they're not sure where you live and have no map to the place.

My programme, The Art of Creative Expression, empowers young people with tools to express themselves. We teach photography, art and drama, but it's not just the medium that's important, it's about what you are trying to say.

You could call me antisocial, I've called myself that sometimes too, but I just prefer to be alone, and that's nothing against you.

We love to live a simple life... we simply love the life we live though some would say it's hard.

Truth is buried, deep inside of men, sweep away each day.

Words can never really help you say, what you want them to anyway. And words can never really help you see, what you really want to be.

But if we hide ourselves away, afraid to grow and learn, we might wake up in the flames of the ignorance that burns and we'll never be much more than only casualties of war in a struggle we can't win if we have no faith to begin. We've got to tip the lid and let some sunlight in.