Silent thinking, quite actions. Slowly creeping there way to the corners of your mind. Unraveling the mysteries and discovering the desires that are buried beneath your primitive nature. Like a game of chess im planning ahead, plotting a course. Slightly devious yet my purpose is known from the start. Dark and mysterious you find yourself curious so you stay an play. But the game is already over. The moves already made. The only thing you can do is watch and embrace what unfolds. This game there is no winner, just two souls playing out a small journey through time.  

By Matthew branton