i can't focus. it's becoming my new habit. no hammers means the purpose of the trigger changes. now it;s just aesthetic. The conflict between my blood and my bones is reeking havoc on my nerves. Which one is right? i'm sure there is no definite answer... even that assumption seems buried under something else as well. something i'll never know. i no longer want to be a victim of circumstance. at least not on your terms my dear. you've thrown everything at me. every trick in your rule book and i'm still standing. i can't even read the words anymore. you've surely altered me. it seems. every wind turns some leaves. somewhere.