looking back its clear to see how i got here. how i ended up with skin tougher than hide from the years of cuts. how my glare shows even when im out of focus. how i self destruct to avoid facing the issues. nothing has seemed right because all ive done is fought the environment i create. catalyzing my biggest fears from over thinking the issue at hand. blowing things out of proportion to only end up in a ground zero of my own catastrophes. nothing seems right and why should it. my own insanity is the cause for my reality. and reminiscing of days long ago when i hadnt caused such an enormous quake. when my impact on this world wasnt so damn disproportionate to expressing what i feel. conscious of this i ride along side to see the fight ensue of a battle long since lost.