There Was No Harm In Taking Aim,

There Was No Harm In Taking Aim, Even If The Target Was A Dream.

Sarcasm... The Protest Of Those Who Are Weak.

I Felt That I Was Not, Never Had Been And Never Would Be A Living Part Of This Overpoweringly Solid And Deeply Meaningful World Around Me.

But Something Held Me Back. Perhaps I Was Stopped By That Level Of Feeling, Deeper Than Thought, Which Contains The Truth.

It Was Demeaning To Scrape Affection From Virtually Everyone You Encountered. That Was Immature.