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