Are we there yet?
Will there ever be a point in time when this will feel natural? I am growing wiery of the worlds sarcasm, and yet this feels like it is only the beginning. I do not hold every truth and secret of the world, I can only display my feelings, and visualize my reality as truthfully, and carefully as possible. I will not meet your high demands of attack, for your heavy words are only to light the flames of my own inhibitons.