This is a 44 calliber love letter straight from my hearrrttttt.

Do you understand me?
Can you understand me when I'm screaming at you?
Do you get it now?
No you don't get it, you can't get it.

you can't buy it or sell it or wear it.
you can't hear it smell it or touch it.

But you can feel it.
oh, you can feel it.


And then it was over.
Just, done.
and I stared blankly at the screen. you stared blankly at the screen.
opposite ends of the spectrum.
left
right
middle. wings.
37 mm of cold steel in your hands,
but you can't go on.

another day at the office.
another day, another dollar.
seven and a half hours
plus you.

it's not old, it's vintage.
it's not broken, it's worn in.
it's not ugly, it's unique.
unlike every lost soul that wanders this place. it's not what is inside that counts it is what you think that counts, because no one can know what you are thinking so it is all that counts to you. Unless they have special powers to read your mind...but come on, we're not living in a fantasy world. this is real life.
There are boundaries.

But they can be broken.
Would you care to take the first shot?