Although I tend to ignore it, I have always recognized crazy. I may sometimes disregard it, but I still see vindictive, selfishness, insensitivity and cruel. I see the ignorant, the misinformed, the uneducated, the under achievers, the broken and the lost. I can see your lies, I can read your tells and I can still feel your guilt but you’re not convinced and of course… you’re not sorry.

You, me, we “the people” left standing so close to the edge that even a minute shift tends to sway not just you or I, but him and her or otherwise “them” crashing to the ground in some plethoric wave of insecurity that continues to demean the very value, the morality of this futile earth, our home.. but alas, you are not the problem.

You see, this isn’t about you… believe it or not there is a world which exists almost entirely without you. You and your faults account for one very small percent, a mere fraction of an exponential problem. You may not be the problem, but if you choose to accept… dare to believe and god forbid question this then the truth is you’re more than just another strain of yet a familiar virus… instead, you’re the antidote for the cure.