I have shot sniper rifles - accuracy has not increased in opposition.
But I think I'll never be able to shoot using a bow - accuracy with an arrow would lack existence.
It is painful to miss, somehow it is.
Do you need accuracy to love?
I am too ugly,
too irrational,
too senseless,
too foolish,
too weak,
too unrealistic,
too guilty
too insignificant.
I wonder if love dresses with a target?
