Possibilities... Billions of possibilities crowding around me, inside me, touching my head, streaking about my eyes. So many ideas are give me in it`s complete form as if it was born. But it was not.
My capsule of everyday`s life, an ordinary events and reactions is so thin, so unsertain, so it barely covers even the surfaced of possibilities. I have tried to live as another, but it is nothing for me. All of my power root from the Vertical, and possibilities, capabilities. A growing potencial form the shell of my mind.
Sometimes it seems as if a Universe, transcendent Bee Queen was reborn in humanity form to provide uninterrupted flow of eggs containes new possibilities and new things. There are no way for living except to be the Gate for unvisible world wanted to be born. There is no rest and no stop. So tired about selection what thing must be first, what - the second... And this is not only way because I am not a bee queen. After the borning process all eggs -ideas must be developed and growed to completeness, and than be shown properly to the world.
One question. What will be the end?.. I have an obscure vision about one thing which put possibilities in one line. First of all - the core which will grow independantly and in future will form the new gates to another possibilities must to be born. Secondly it will be possibilities which could touch people and turn them to be more creative.
The only thing will provide a short, true way to all things. It may be event, may be a skill or a person. The tradedy is that I do not remember when and what exactly it will be. I have only waiting amongst billions of ideas and things which are unborned.
|Рубрики:||ANNAmain - автопортрет/Screams and Songs of my English-soul|