The six senses, are merely @ the verge of a part of us, that we are unwilling to explore. The real senses, as i could infer invariably, are the behavioral traits that one possesses, from the day we are brought to life. One particular trait, that i am though not that fond of, yet i use unwillingly, and in plenty, is anger!
The calm and composed self, that I, oh so proudly portray, in front of our beloved dear ones, is a myth. As the boundaries of my unbelievable, yet existent self proclaims itself, the Gamma radiations inside me, start to bubble out, and i find myself transforming into The Incredible Hulk.
Not as hulky in appearance as one might infer from the Marvel Comics that we are fond of, yet the strength of belief defy the abilities, and i find myself cursing and screaming @ almost anyone that crosses my eyesight. Unbeckoning of the consequences, i scream @ the top of my voice. As, the non-existent yet hugely admired self of mine re-posesses my fragile body again, i come back to my senses.
My conscience tries to force an "apology" into my thoughts. And as soon as i realize, i dont need to be humble neither am i to be contrived of my thoughts, the Gamma radiations inside me, start to bubble out, and i find myself transforming into The Incredible Hulk. Again.