I feel you're too cruel, too unfeeling, too frightening. Am I too bold? Too pathetic? Certainly, I agree I must be pathetic. Bold, I wish I was. Or shall I say, bolder? Am I discerning enough to know I have been, like a speck of dust, in your immense universe of the stars, the planets, and the moons? But foolish enough to risk baring my soul to you? I only wish it could stop, feelings should stop existing in forms of you. And where is Reason?
