Welcome to Of Revelation Creek; my heart, my home, my solace and soul. Sprawled out on these pages, in winding loops and sarcastic phrases, you will find a garden of imagination. A fertile plane filled with horses of every shape, size and color. Here they never die, never grow old, are never unwanted. I lurk among them, quietly observing. They are my window into worlds I can only dream of, and I cherish them all equally. Every page, each and every word, is an expression of myself, an extension. These "SIM" horses are all precious gems hidden in the rubble of my being, polished until they shone. They are glimmering jewels of brightness in a littered mind haunted by daylight. These special pieces of my spirit take shape of these horses, willingly, becoming what they've always dreamed. Something good and right in a life only now turning from wrong. They exist only in the planes of my mind, true enough, but will always be prideful and strong, reigning over me. Here they are forever, here they will always be free.