Riddled by life, with only half the answer.

Riddled by myself, suddenly feeling like the world is different than everyone else sees it, Seeing it for the first time since I O'd.The world is imperfect, will always be, its how you decide to try to make it better,even for one or a few people that matters.Small amount people truly know what a soul is and if they even have one, caught up in their work, corporate robots, ignorant world leaders, the irony of Anarchy..

- I, Benjamin Reither