Sometimes when all feels lost, when there seem to be no other apparent options, letting loose anything as an unknown variable is the only way to alter the course of your history.

Hardened, and kept jagged by the snow all I wished as I walked over the frosted dirt beneath my bare feet is that I would be able to tell the difference between good and evil.

It only takes a single harrowing moment to realize that everyone is insane regardless of how sane they feel. That all decisions, reactions are justified by your individual madness. It is important to know it, this madness exists. I know it exists. I know how it impacts everything I do despite not knowing what reach my actions will have. Dust is just skin we have left behind and some people are more themselves than others.

Perspective is reality, perspective can be changed, therefore reality can be too. In this way reality then becomes subjective.