I've got this

I'm a bad seed. I've come to that specific realization. There is not one singular reason explaining it. It is all accumulative. Everything that makes up my being has collided together to form my body and soul or lack there of. I am the under current that pulls and tugs. I suppose I'm the gate way drug and the drug that makes you O.D. all in one... I hold people back. I leave and everything flourishes and the grass is green and the stars are bright. I am the source of your bad crops and the blanketed corpses of your children. I need to breath a bit. I need time to evolve. I need to leave. I need to be alone. I need to swim in the Pacific.