The scariest person ever… is the one who can predict each inch of movement you do…. that she can state something that you are about to say… wherein the only answer you can make is a quick nod with eyes that says a big “yes…that’s exactly I wanna say or I’m thinking right now”. It leaves you powerless like a light feather that was blown by the wind… where the grip of power to control the mindset is somehow skids along the highway of fate and the turnpike to take the lane of trying to take control and push the limits of trying to be cold and tough or so-called the I don’t care situation. Trying to escape outside the radar of playful tough situation there I am with a battle between the thoughts of someone’s reputation there I am somehow over the thought of just go on and start to jump like I don’t care what happens next. To act randomly to avoid predictions, just to prove them wrong though they’re right to repel their focus of private thoughts I work hard to achieve wherein it feels so great that no one ever decrypts it yet. Just try to send morse code through eyes I tried my best, to move so discreet to gauge each situation; where the best escape is to do nothing, though nothing gives more struggle and burden each second I breath. Stupidity or foolishness sounds different but in a single page, they’re both the same, though by trying to mask and create a different definition it refused, I hope that it works like a complex formula with an almost infinite value where through numbers of trials it changes its value to a finite number to define.