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
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.