This world of color truly touches my heart.It bursts from imagination, into creation, into being and into destruction.
This is an endless cycle, a cycle of life and death. Ideas come and go, just like people, except for the exception, that sometimes they come back.
Like a blooming flower, imagination buds from the senses of the world and blooms into existence. It's petals unfurl and explode with life, with all aspects of simplicity and complexity. Already born and grown as it is, it flies, shooting like a star, but upwards, towards the sky of promise and freedom. As it flies, it sheds both light and darkness, and drops knowledge and wisdom upon the world all over.
But only the people who keep their doors of imagination open, and only the people who know how the world is for what it is, and only the people who's hearts are open to hope, can see them. And only they can catch it. And only they can hold onto it and let it run freely in themselves, until the time comes when that knowledge and wisdom, when that creativity and hope, and all the wonder in it's light, may finally be unleashed upon us all. Only these people hold the key. Only these people, will save us all.
Are you a child of imagination?
And are you a child of hope?
Not the best of course, but hey, everyone's improving.
