Exploiting The Human Opportunity-Cannae

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.