Sometimes, dimensions talk. I can feel cosmos calling me. I can feel thinking and the thought that are beyond me. I can see what others do not see. I can feel the way no one feels. Thoughts can be occupied but I can think even inside a thought and that sounds crazy. I may the genius but what is the use of it.
Sometimes I analyze, and statistics limit me. Sometimes I conclude but thesis statement start to originate and it provides me with two more turnings. Sometimes is green is what I like, but need to follow red and without knowing when it can convert into blue. Sometimes, I freeze and then I get heated, I believe I decide and at the end I compel it. Sometimes I reach and sometimes I get confused to choose between.
I may be deprived, but gaining everything cannot be the key. If every everyone thinks, why does the word imagine exist.
Question still prevails !