Today, I feel penetrated through the visual imagination of beguiling chambers of a rat like maze. The paths i tread, the possibilities i manifest are infinitely few- my efforts are like numerous balls thrown under the forces of gravity, i believed in luck and fate equally, somewhere down the line i always wanted to reach happiness by having faith in them , i sometimes believed that i was over the moon, maybe because the balls didnt come down as soon as on earth. The doors that unlock, the answers i derive converge to zero. I look closer and closer, all i find is rattled line segments in chains of my dismantled beliefs committing suicide by multiple collisions. Time is a dimension which is meant to be endlessly slaughtered, concocted with the half blooded stained guilt of my conscience. Normality is a meal i crave before eating a supper. Insanity is going on a vacation with friends and chanting '10 days closer to the grave' when everybody around says ' 10 days well spent'. Sensibility is a cell that multiplies itself inside me, and when it makes too much sense out, it stops processing , retracts and becomes nonsense. Life is a wave itself, in which two no consecutive moments are the same, i am surfing a wave and i am also a part of this wave.