quietyourtroubledmind:

So pretty.

Shiny.

Notice how it lights up the dark spots as the dots come close.

The way my words light up the dark recesses of your mind.

Neurons firing beyond your control.

Responding to my words.

My control.

And it’s the same for each layer down.

Down. Down. Down.

Deeper and deeper.

My words touch you there, and you respond.

Simple.

Reflex.

It’s so easy, because it’s automatic.

You couldn’t do it if you tried.
But you couldn’t not do it if you tried.

It just happens.

My words. Your response.

My will. Your behavior.

My control. Your

Nothing.