what do you see when you look yourself in a dark room, all the imaginations you had, a well burst inside of you, so many perceptions you could achieve, a headless hunter, watching antelopes dancing at midnight, round the fire, burn endless in mysteries and rooms of curious laughters' hmm the smell from the kitchen, that wiff that brings you to heavens door, hold the hands of gods telling tales at moonlight, the river that weaves beneath your feet, reach ! be ! yearn ! it whispers, there is an echo in your voice, there is a dance in your eyes, all this while holding close the synopsis, the will that brought forth into, you create yourself, all this time you had the pen in your hand, script it says, hmmm you rub your eyes as the words begin to blur, only there in you will find yourself. yeah, what’s that thought I was holding initially?
