I lose some battles with myself while I fight this war. The thing is that life has way more obstacles than I saw as a boy. Some plans have changed, yet the goals remain. You ever have to write shit down before you go insane? It’s the life of a poet that I endure. My mind produces these happenings it has never seen before. This is just fiction bleeding out of me through binary ink. Releasing it gives me a chance to swim, not sink. Nothing I do is ever in vain. All this I just said so you can remember my name.