Exploiting The Human Opportunity

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 its 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 distrub me, but i would rather see that than nothing.