You can't step into reality with pain still confined by damaged souls and trying to be accepting of adulthood.
And yet his world is different which doesn't often collide with the wanting of outsider's who take part of existence. But simply immune to the pain while slowly parting in ways of waiting to be alone from this distorted view of false sense, touch, taste and feelings of reality. I ask to you if what I'm saying makes sense with any logic of some type of form? Or perhaps to even be questionable of this unlikely senseless verse of poem?