Nights I lay awake hopelessly thinking of this place. The more I think, the

less I want to know. It seemed like before this never used to happen. I guess

it's proclaimed to be over the representation of time on paper. Pen strokes

mark away and with every letter, a new birth. You will see it again, it

leaves a mark on your mind. Pictures say a thousand words. We can tell

stories without saying a single word, yet only to a true perception however,

can this be "felt". I always see things that disturb me, but I would rather

see that than nothing.