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.