The game is afoot

Forces are running amok, deranged as they are, completely out of control conquering what’s left from our daylight – unavoidable consequence in these times when we replace fears with curiosity. We extinct any brake that has even a remote possibility to undermine us into the forgotten unknown, for we own a need for speed. On this threshold we stand tall, looking only at our dreams in the endless wide before us. This path is made of us, safeguarded only by means of our imagination. Here and now, unexplored reverie of every alchemist of old.

Love is never lost and dreams are never left in ruins, they perpetually thrive, and we are in a state of constant bloom.

The game is afoot, and we’re ready… as a matter of fact, we were born ready!

Music of the mind

From these deep passionate guitar riffs in the mind, lucid thoughts gain form. They become words, words create actions; and actions, they twist out of shape any common sense of causality. The reason/consequence niche is broken and it becomes a syndrome of paradox, regressing only into different, deeper and more passionate guitar riffs. Music, occupying the mind of a man by creating more alluring graphics, and each subsequent cycle becomes even more compelling. Disobedient in my restlessness, because I can afford it:)

This moment lasts as a moment within another moment; enduring protected, safe and secure. Such reality build out of daydreaming, because I can afford it:)