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.