  A dream where everything is technical.&nbsp; Where emotion does not exist. I watched a young woman break down on her knees.&nbsp; Her blood and sweat became one as her fingers trembled on the trigger.&nbsp; Her eyes were as empty as her skin was pale.&nbsp; That was the end of her story. One death is all we do not ask for.&nbsp; One life is all we do.&nbsp; Breathing is a habit that everyone breaks.&nbsp; I watched a young man acknowledge fear for the first time.&nbsp; His actions were spontaneous and beyond reason.&nbsp; Through emotion, scars appeared on his eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;He did not fit.&nbsp; This dream is technical.&nbsp; Emotion does not exist. 
