Gone are the days...

 Time flies so fast

I was once carried by my parents

Smiling innocently to the world

Free from all dilemmas

 I remember those days

When I was still spoon fed

A bit picky of what I eat

Chose not the veggie but meat

Energy worn out by playing

Not with stuffs I do at school

Seeing the world as a big playground

Not as a world full of obstacles.

Gone are the days where I sleep to dream

I'm living in these days where I sleep to rest

Gone are the days where my mistakes are acceptable

I'm now living in these days where my mistakes are crucial

for the future ahead of me.

*sigh. I really missed those days.

Still seeking progress

I've been posting poems, lots of poems these past few days because I'm practicing.

End of the Story. >.< I'm really in the mood to write rihgt right now. 

"Awesome" is just "Aweso" without "ME" :D

I am : a simple man with a chemist's mind and a writer's heart. ^^

I think : outside the box and other's opinion matters to me.

I know : I can pass my course (BS-Chemistry) and be a brilliant chemist :)

I want : to prove to everybody that I made  the right decision in choosing my course. >.<

I have : my friends, family, and God beside me, so I will be fine. ^_^

I wish : I could travel to Japan. O_O especially in spring. I don't know why but I'm longing to see cherry blossoms fall from their twigs. I want to see such beauty!

I hate : it when people boasts their capabilities when you know for yourself that you're way better than them. >.<

I miss : watching television! waaaa! ! boarding house without a television is like iced tea without ice. soooo lame!!! I wish television would fall out from the sky and straight to my room x)

I fear : gecko the most! ! ! so eewww! ! those devious eyes, rough skin and its fingers. And I really hate it when it gives you a grin. YES. it really can !! @_@

I hear : criticism about me in almost everyday but I never let it get into my way. :p

I smell : like piolo pascual for only 469 pesos! ! thanks bench perfumes.  :)

I crave : for anything edible. In other words, I love to eat! ! !

I search : in google for stuffs and all. xD what? do you expect something dramatic? hahaha

I wonder : if you wonder what I'm wondering. Well in that case, let's wonder together ^_^

I regret : that I didn't spend my childhood improving my talent in music. *sigh . .now it's too late,or so i thought. 

I love : God above all else. Because if you do, everything follows O:)

I ache : when everything turns out to be all messed up! >:(

I was not : expecting to be here in Pylon. hehehe. yay me! :D

I am not : smart. I just stay with problems longer. -Albert Einstein . . wew! I wish I could be like him. 

I cry : when everybody's crying. Why should be left out?hahaha No seriously, I cry when my friends leave me. So don't leave me okay? Or else I'll skin you alive. hahaha >.<

I believe : and then I see. Not the other way around. Go team optimistic!! :DD

I dance : well in DDR. I dare you to challenge me :p

I sing : in the bathroom everyday. It's my concert hall you know. My audiences are the toilet bowl and stuffs floating inside it. hahahah . ssshhh!

I read : novels from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Sherlock Holmes is the best! ^^

I don't always : rush onto things. It's better to wait. It's effortless you see.

I fight : when, uhm. well if. .  . . . .i hate fighting. hahaha

I write : to express "ME". A medium of communication that I can get along with. ^__^

I win : when everybody gives up. So be like me, don't give up! ;)

I lose : easily in the game of chess. I hate chess. It's BORING. :p

I never : tried to smoke. It's disgusting.

I always : wanted to have fun. Is that such a crime? :p

I confuse : on what's negative. cation or anion. The ironic part is that I'm a chemistry student. phew! shame on me. tsk2. 

I listen : to mellow violin cover of songs i like as a prompt whenever i write. :D

I can usually be found : in front of my netbook. Tweeting and FBing. hahaah

I am scared : when I'm in a dark place (lygophobic), when a balloon explodes (globophobic) when I see geckos (geckophobic?) hahaha. 

I need : to get a life! . .hahaha xD

I am happy : of my life with God. >_>

I wake up : everyday with a prayer thanking God for giving me another day to enjoy with :)

I sleep : after I finished praying. :) weeee!! I'm so in love with God. :DD

Into the other side

Yesterday it may seem
you and I makes up a good team
been through happy times and sad
you are the best thing I've ever had.

We watch the sun rise and set
breaking apart, one thing we'll never let
Then came our playful enemy, fate
Tried to fight back but it was too late.


Tried my best to fix it all back
Crying in a corner, all in black
I stood up and put on the loose
to die and be together, that's what I'll choose.

Violet Matrimony

Groom:

Today is the day
I've been waiting for this
The day where I'll see
My bride walking towards the altar
Euphoria is striking me
I can't contain my happiness
All I see is her wearing a wide smile


Bride:

Today is the day
I've been waiting for this
Enough with all the lies
My groom will soon wait at the altar
Anxiety is striking me
I can't contain my conscience
All I see is him with eyes full of tears


Both:

My heart is pounding
I can't wait to witness the moment
The moment I've been waiting
After this day
Our lives will be forever changed
This is the start of our journey

Groom: Together.

Bride: Apart.

Spilled Blood

Busy footsteps throughout the hall

Blank stares bounces off the wall

Red lights flicker, bright after dim

Nervous shivers perished all the vim.

In my green garment, full of sweat

Trying my very best not to regret

With a scalpel at hand, shaking

My heart melted in sadness—aching.

Pulse weaken, beating came to a halt

Suffering in a corner and accepted my fault

How did this happen? I surely did my best

I let my only son made his early rest.

It's now or never. . . AGAIN!!

Here I am now, AGAIN, with chest resounding inside my chest. Eager as a beaver to hear the judgement, Am I in or out?? *nerves cracking. . my lymphatic system is funtioning off course. It's Evaluation tonight.

*fingers crossed...

Seaside Beau

The sun is up
I gazed upon the golden  sky
Sunrise welcomes my sleepy eyes
To the season where fun begins.

Dawn mist touches my skin
Cold shore embraces my feet
Waves roll in the peaceful sea floor
Shells shines, reflecting the warm sun rays.

Oh, how I wish to be here forever
To savor the creation's allure
Made for you and me
Summer, the season of glee.

How to Be a Poet (to remind myself) ~ Wendell Berry

i

Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill—more of each
than you have—inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity. Any readers
who like your poems,
doubt their judgment.

ii

Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places.

iii

Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.

http://hecatedemeter.wordpress.com/2012/06/25/monday-evening-poetry-blogging/

Brave Gizzard

Sun ablaze in the sleepy horizon

Dreamy eyes of mine flicker, excited

To the world that awaits my adventure

Valor and courage is my compass.

But fear and doubt strikes my heart

For there’s a stormy world up there

For I can’t call someone in this roaring thunder

But I will soar above the dark clouds.

Now I bid the forest ground farewell

For the sky so wide with obstacles to dwell

My firm wings are ready to fly me up so high

I will chase the wind and soar to the sky.

ALLA PRIMA

A blank canvass leaning, pure and white
Holding my dreams, soaring at most height
With brush at hand that hungers for color
And passion that blazes like fiery ember.

As the tip of the brush made it’s first stroke
Barrier of impossibilities, finally broke
Colors dance in the siren of heart’s glee
Image came to life, a blissful sight to see.

Now here I am, about to paint my road to success
Challenged by this world I thirst to impress
Will my gift and courage be sufficient?
To this path I made, will I be prudent?

It begins in me

For the world full of infinite possibilities
Your mind hides a ton of uncertainties
It’s been rough from the start of your race
Countless obstacle hinders your mounting pace.

You stumbled at your feet, utterly exhausted
Chasing you breath, Doubting your success
Heart beat echoing inside your chest
Carrying concealed potential that you possess.

Found your inspiration, stepped closer to your summit
Realized your purpose, recognized your limit
Accepted your weakness and turned into strength
Confidence to face the world, stretches at out most length.

Chrysanthemums

Garden plots were filled with countless of colors
Blossoming in the warmth of sun’s grace
Cultivated with love and watered with affection
Dances with the beat of wind’s harmony.

Bruised palms and scratched nails were the mere evidence
Of my Heart the missed your very presence
All I wanted is to hear your warm whisper of love
That will carry me to heavens like an ocean dove.

Tears ran down through this empty, lonely face
Cry that resounded throughout this solitary place
For my treasured love I failed to save
With these flowers at hand, I knelt at you grave.

Stroke of Realization

Tools are ready for the task to complete
With my blank paper for visualizing the reality
Vast ideas are place in the tip of this brush
That were kept, for no one to judge.

Colors and strokes fills the canvass with harmony
Imagination once confined, now travels the universe
Begins to unravel and astonish the mankind.
The masterpiece is ready for the world to see.

A sudden thought crossed my vague mind
It wasn't made to shield me from judgement
But rather made to express my imprisoned creativity
And so kept my art a secret, a forgotten vanity.

Storge

In a melancholic park, there I sat
Alone and embraced by air full of gloom
Tears kept falling, damping my warm cheek
Agonizing in love that I failed to keep.

Rustling leaves breaks the deafening silence
My heart aches in this bitter rain, shivering
For the love I poured out to my dearest woman
That once completed my life, now shattered.

Then came a woman, eyes filled with pity
Saved me to this sheer cold of sorrow
Her welcoming shoulders is like roof to these raindrops
Whispered a warm affection to my ear
"It's alright my son, I'm always here".

Seed to Nurture

Sun’s ray embraces the horizon
My eyes flicker of sudden brightness
Stunned by the future, unclear
I wander in this uncertain land
With my empty cup to fill
Knowledge and wisdom I seek.

Morning mist blurs my sight
But with the light of hope I’m guided
Into the further I must go
And treasured my dreams.

Courage and perseverance to ponder
In this path I choose to live
Challenge will surely come ahead
Am I ready?Am I prepared?
Here I am about to take my first step closer to the summit
It all begins here. It all begins in me.

Hiccups go away like right now!!

having these severe case of hiccups. been suffering *hiccup* to this for the past 7 hours. As desperate *hiccup* as something that's really desperate *haha, I tried  *hiccup* every remedy I know to toss these hiccups out of me. Drinking water, holding my *hiccup* breath, scaring myself, all known to cure hiccups, but they all unfortunately  *hiccup  ineffective. *hiccup*. I dont drink so im really wondering how i got these. They *hiccup* say if you have hiccups, you *hiccup* are sure to grow. After hearing this, I was like, WTH, Fvck! Im 5 feet 11 *hiccup* inched 16 year old and Im still about to grow! *hiccup* What kind of sorcery is this? Life has never been *hiccup* fair, I guess. For someone who's *hiccup* not into basketball, I tend to get all the height. But I was watched my other Pylonites play *hiccup* basketball earlier this evening, there came an urge *hiccup* inside of me to like basketball once again. But will I ever learn this *hiccup* game that really compliments my height?... doubting... *hiccup* right now if got some more important problems, like curing my hiccups.

reading hiccup in every sentence is as annoying as though you really have one. >.<

Secret will reveal itself

it really bothers you if you knew somebody's secret. it bothers you more if the secret is a kind that you should never tell anyone. it bothers you the most if you are part of the secret. sigh. if only secret can hide itself to no one. . .

Haikus :)

im bored to death! ! and Haikus could kill some of the boredom out of me.





-Runaway Bride

Wedding bells just rang
In white gown you walked with grace
Made a halt and cry.

-Trauma

The killer is free
Here I sat in white jacket
He Brought the knife near.


These short poems took me forever to make. hahaha. just kidding. Well it's easy if your destined to be born lazy. I mean c'mon, 5-7-5 poem is way of lazy people to show their creativity. Creative outlet as they say.

Palms

As sun rises in the sea of east

Beauty to my eyes is a feast

As pure as the fresh morning dew

My soul is thrilled to the world anew.

Cloud brushes the blue sky

With a stroke of hope into the lands

Gently dissolves the dawn wind

All made by God’s hands.

Fresh morning mist touches my cheek

As though erases anything I seek

The road of today is all I see

Into the future full of glee.

Your life is yours to be mold

Your future is yours to foretold

The present is your only cue

The start of tomorrow begins in you.

Wings' Chronicle

All things may go wrong

Off notes throughout the song

Bad things may come inevitable

Emotion will send us unable.

Resounding voice of your regret

Must be dumped in depths of forget

Your future is always your possession

Just make the right and wise decision.

Break the wrapping chain

Courage and strength amidst the pain

It’s time to spread your wings

Go out and do great things.

Struggle to your feet

Never accept defeat

Into the heavens we fly

We own the vast blue sky.

Justice for villains

I learned that in every story, a character has a story of its own.  Even villains have one. But the writer  focuses on the good one making the villains the aim of flying tomatoes.

A good story has a good main character, great setting and best villain.  Seriously, who would watch a movie or read a book knowing there’s no villain for the main character to kick ass with? Technically, if there’s no villain, all what’s left is a main character rotting in a story that spells out boredom in every sentence.

Villain makes the obstacles for the main character. He makes everything in chaos. But not everyone seemed to notice that he has also a terrible back story that made him as heinous as he could ever be. Sadly, people's attention was given to the main character because of his oh-so-great-appeal. Give me a break! He wouldn’t be at the top if there’s no villain who made him up there.  The villain receives all the hatred but to think that he is the reason why they are praising the main character. Unrealized injustice.

Villains should be acknowledged and complimented equally with the main characters. Applause should be showered on the villains as well. For without them, there would be no good story that will be made.

 P.S. I don't hate Harry or whatsoever. I just like the character of Voldemort. Best villain ever! :D

Workshop 101 Session 2 Activity 2--- Will I be enough?

This time we were asked to make a feature article out from a news article about maternal deaths rising drastically. Well, I think it was the idea. Can’t remember the title of the news really. Forgetfulness strikes again! Waaa! But I really learned a lot from Miss Janjie. A good article should always excite the readers, which I will have to work on with. Well I’ve been practicing and here’s the result.

P.S. We were asked to choose a character, pretend to be that character and  make a story from the character’s point of view. :)

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                A woman knocking on death’s gate during natal delivery would be the very thing I won’t let to happen for as long as I live. Seeing her suffering in pain will me make feel the pain, tenfold.

                Knowing that maternal deaths increases drastically in our present times, thoughts of pity towards the child could not be avoided. What will he do when he grow and there’s no mother who will wipe his tears when he’s sad, feed him when he’s hungry, sing him a lullaby when his sleepy, bath him when he’s dirty, teach him good values? Who will guide him to a better future? What if he will accuse himself for not seeing his mother’s face because she died while delivering him? Who will make him understand that he has nothing to do with it? Who will response to his filial love when her mother is not beside him.

                All these responsibility must be shouldered by a man who readily accepts the most difficult task there is. A father who loves his child more than he loves his wife. But without his partner by his side helping each other out, will he be able to do it? Will I be able to do it? Will I be father enough to my child who lost his mother? The answer lies on my action.

Workshop 101 Session 2 Activity 1--- Haunting remorse.

We were ask to squeeze out a feature article in a poem given to us. Well, it's about a man on his 70's, reminiscing a love story that went to a crash. So take my free advice, don’t be “torpe” , seize the day, be with somebody, let your shadows be one and MULTIPLY. Hahaha. Seriously, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to be like the man in the article below.

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           One the seaside that was absorbing the warm sunset, there I was strolling in the shore of sorrow with thoughts uncertain. Agonizing every remorse built in the past. My tremor walks in an eternal path.

In my last breathes on mortality, the pain intensifies every second. Infinite regret envelopes my life. Why did she not pursue on what I wanted? On what we really desire? Now I’m suffering in this cage of incompleteness tortured by the whips of painful memory.

Our feelings were mutual. Our hearts beat as though they are one. We share identical admiration to each other when were watching the sun as it rises the young horizon. All I did back then was to wait for me to hear the sweetest words my eardrums could ever capture. Those words that would have brought us to the summit of harmony.

But all those sweet dreams in the past became the nightmare that haunts me until my life ends. If only I can turn back time, I would change that moment that made my present as worse as it could ever be.

Ian: Writer in the Making ^_^

I am : a simple man with a chemist's mind and a writer's heart. ^^

I think : outside the box and other's opinion matters to me.

I know : I can pass my course (BS-Chemistry) and be a brilliant chemist :)

I want : to prove to everybody that I made  the right decision in choosing my course. >.<


I have : my friends, family, and God beside me, so I will be fine. ^_^

I wish : I could travel to Japan. O_O especially in spring. I don't know why but I'm longing to see cherry blossoms fall from their twigs. I want to see such beauty!

I hate : it when people boasts their capabilities when you know for yourself that you're way better than them. >.<

I miss : watching television! waaaa! ! boarding house without a television is like iced tea without ice. soooo lame!!! I wish television would fall out from the sky and straight to my room x)

I fear : gecko the most! ! ! so eewww! ! those devious eyes, rough skin and its fingers. And I really hate it when it gives you a grin. YES. it really can !! @_@


I hear : criticism about me in almost everyday but I never let it get into my way. :p

I smell : like piolo pascual for only 469 pesos! ! thanks bench perfumes.  :)

I crave : for anything edible. In other words, I love to eat! ! !

I search : in google for stuffs and all. xD what? do you expect something dramatic? hahaha

I wonder : if you wonder what I'm wondering. Well in that case, let's wonder together ^_^

I regret : that I didn't spend my childhood improving my talent in music. *sigh . .now it's too late,or so i thought. 

I love : God above all else. Because if you do, everything follows O:)

I ache : when everything turns out to be all messed up! >:(

I was not : expecting to be here in Pylon. hehehe. yay me! :D

I am not : smart. I just stay with problems longer. -Albert Einstein . . wew! I wish I could be like him. 

I cry : when everybody's crying. Why should be left out?hahaha No seriously, I cry when my friends leave me. So don't leave me okay? Or else I'll skin you alive. hahaha >.<

I believe : and then I see. Not the other way around. Go team optimistic!! :DD

I dance : well in DDR. I dare you to challenge me :p

I sing : in the bathroom everyday. It's my concert hall you know. My audiences are the toilet bowl and stuffs floating inside it. hahahah . ssshhh!

I read : novels from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Sherlock Holmes is the best! ^^

I don't always : rush onto things. It's better to wait. It's effortless you see.

I fight : when, uhm. well if. .  . . . .i hate fighting. hahaha

I write : to express "ME". A medium of communication that I can get along with. ^__^

I win : when everybody gives up. So be like me, don't give up! ;)

I lose : easily in the game of chess. I hate chess. It's BORING. :p

I never : tried to smoke. It's disgusting.

I always : wanted to have fun. Is that such a crime? :p

I confuse : on what's negative. cation or anion. The ironic part is that I'm a chemistry student. phew! shame on me. tsk2. 

I listen : to mellow violin cover of songs i like as a prompt whenever i write. :D

I can usually be found : in front of my netbook. Tweeting and FBing. hahaah

I am scared : when I'm in a dark place (lygophobic), when a balloon explodes (globophobic) when I see geckos (geckophobic?) hahaha. 

I need : to get a life! . .hahaha xD

I am happy : of my life with God. >_>

I wake up : everyday with a prayer thanking God for giving me another day to enjoy with :)

I sleep : after I finished praying. :) weeee!! I'm so in love with God. :DD

What you dont know can't hurt you. xD

I never experienced earthquake since forever. I was confused of what to feel in situations like yesterday. Some are already docking and others are just giggling. I never knew what to do so I started giggling too. Crazy huh? Panic never dominated my being and I calmly went outside to join others. I was really thrilled when  an old lady came close to the bulletin broad carrying a chalk wrote that all classes were suspended. Boom! End of my story. I never encountered something new yesterday that is out of the ordinary so don’t expect for me to write a word-full article. Except for the earthquake. I guess.

Pylon Creative Writers' Workshop 1

Last weekend, we were asked to make an article from pieces of information we randomly drawn.

Mine was:

•   a restaurant owner
• busy streets
• cold and misty morning
• reminiscing

                I am a five-star restaurant owner in the busy streets of the city of love. Paris. I am well known food critic and a famous chef. I am an owner of culinary school for financially challenged children. Everyone calls me “The Mr. Alvaro”. But as they all say, “Carbon is turned into diamond by extreme pressures”. As I watched my employees working and the people enjoying the luscious meals served on top on their expensive plates, a bitter past knocked my hard skull.

                My birthplace is also the birthplace of poverty. As if it is handcuffed to my wrist ever since I came to existence. My mother accepts laundry and my father sleeps behind bars. I was working in my aunt’s food store since I could ever remember. I couldn’t help but put all the responsibility on my young shoulder since I was the oldest of my seven siblings. Scarcity wakes me up every dawn and I usually take a sip on a broken-handled cup filled with nothing but hot water just to lift my heavy eyelids. My childhood is like a cold and misty morning. Shivering in cold embrace of life’s reality trying to find a pinch of light in the thick mist of uncertainty.  When I was old enough, I became my aunt’s assistant when she cooks food. I was inspired so I made cooking my key to open the lock in these chains that binds me and poverty. I only took a charred metal pan, a very old ladle, and tons of determination to master my aunt’s dusty cook book. My aunt saw the passion burning inside of me so she enrolled me in a culinary school. With nothing but my pen and wisdom about cooking, I passed the entrance examination with flying colors. Ace every test and cook every recipe assignment with perfection. Eventually, I graduated as the most outstanding student. After graduation, I received a stream of phone calls desperately hiring me as their chef. My fate has finally changed.

                Skipping to remember all the achievements I made to be where I am today, a young waiter pushing a trolley came close to me. He gave me a porcelain cup of tea brewed from the freshest tea leaves. A drop of tear fell from my idle eyes. Once I was just a child struggling to let go in the grasp of poverty, and now, I am a well respected man that has everything to be proud of.

:) it's not a true story. but it will be. . .hahaha xD

Photoshop 101

This is it. It's the main reason why I joined Pylon in NORSU. To learn how to use photoshop. I really got the chance of using it by MYSELF. Of course with the help of my senior Pylonites. Really BIG help actually. They introduced us to stuffs and all that we will use in PS CS6. I can't contain myself right now. Euphoria is striking at me! :D Attached picture is my very first work. I surfed for tutorials in the net and viola! the next thing happened was Nikon camera is already melting. I can feel the power of photoshop squeezing out my creativity. LOL. It's kind of a mess but it's worth the overnight stay here on Pylon Office.

See you in my dreams

As I entered the gate of unconsciousness

My heart was filled with too much happiness

Excited for the new world for me to see

My soul is overwhelmed as I grasped my reverie.

As blinding beams of light disabled my sight

I felt sudden weakness, there’s no way to fight

I let it fade and there I witness

A land of beauty, full of caress.

As I strolled down in a colorful path

My dilemma had perished, even my slightest wrath

My eyes couldn’t contain such perfection

Tears ran dawn by outpouring emotion.

Tress were tall, flowers were in fullest bloom

Sky was so blue, erasing every single gloom

Oceans were at peace, soft wind touches your cheek

There is no other place you would ever seek.

Grasses were green, roses were at reddest red

Birds fly with freedom, to the horizon they fled

Leaves fell in its slowest pace

As I saw her ever beautiful face.

My heart in content shouts in bliss

As I got the chance to give you a kiss

It beat louder than an eager drum

My doubt of action grew as small as a plum.

But my eyelids became heavy and eventually shut

The world had dissolved, my thoughts were all “but”

And then I realized that I’ve slept for a while

I got up from slumber and made a wide smile.

Imagination’s Vicinity

Imagination is powerful. It occupies most of the virtual space of our brains. Well for some. It manifests strong attraction to things we haven't encountered. It dwells in every corner of our minds and it expands as we age. A person’s intellect leans in their bare imagination. Sometimes, depending too much on it, will give you a one-way ticket to insanity.

               

In our train of thoughts, imagination lies in every joint. It rests upon our line of thinking. Every brain cells contains a portion of one’s imagination. Imagination is everywhere in you. It frames your whole well-being as a human.

               

It has a very strong influential prowess. It drives the person’s thoughts towards what he eagerly desire. It can alter the very core of one’s mind by penetrating itself to the mantle of wisdom and crust of stupidity. It incurs every dream once we’re unconscious.

               

Imagination pierces right through the hard skull of those who are closed minded creating a vast universe that contains our dreams and desires in life. Our thoughts fly with freedom and its limit is the mere eternity.

               

Imagination magnifies creativity. It’s the lubricant of the tight hinges of the mind. It stretches the mental capabilities to its fullest stress. It annihilates the barriers created by our knowledge onto things.

Pouring out our imagination is nothing but like digging a bottomless pit. You can rest but you can never be done. You knowledge is the space craft and your imagination is the Milky Way. 

photo taken from: windows 7 desktop backgrounds