the horizon is not fixed the assortment of layers, sprinting from the mould of subconscious to the mound of hidden subtle thoughts, biased or unbiased rich or trivial the cruise encompassing from here to there, from least to most from mundane to surrealism from the transparent ambience of heart to knoll of jumpier sniveling! if you are with me now the next moment you accompany me to them or there,dissecting everything, forming the cocoon of my behaviors! at times I wonder who controls you are you auto-controlled! or it is my wisdom or ignorance, my background,my persuasion, my being prone to hypnosis around! or my neurotransmitter I once thought to bring a rope to chain you in a corner, unplugging from the main socket, only to invite a stinking darkness go wherever you want no curb on your freedom but just a request.. change your direction,may it mean a misdirection towards the pinnacle of positivity,love leaving the tracks of hatred,ignorance or fear far behind for the endorphins of goodness, brainwashing,persuading all that come in between for you make my day perhaps you make me what I am!