Here's where i sit and analyze the people around me,taking notice that they express each intention like bad actors reading an arduous script. Becoming something vague with dark outline slowly sneaking closer,and closer to their crypt. seeing black holes painted on every ones eyes, listening to each tick of the clocks and the scraping of the rusty gears implanted behind their chest plate, squeezing the phobias that are soon to be fears. its like we live in our own little boxes just to feel safe. same routines,same rituals like a never ending pattern whether consciously or subconsciously. you people are too easy to read.