Either it, or on it.

Sometimes our imagination is somehow blend with reality. You cannot tell or perceive what really exists or what really matters to exist. It is a decision that leads to your own perception of reality.
A perception that comes across every desire and gets through, embraces something new, although it does not mean it can be accepted.
What could trigger your mind to seek this mean of expression?

It could be something narcissistic, approaching guilty desires or maybe unworthy or unconventional inconvenient positions.
An idea of a though, easily recognized but unable to put in to words.
Wondering lusts looking for a place to calm down the cravings and hunger but this will be ephemeral.
Then, you will stand in the infinity searching for answers.
The silent air seems to be so clear, it seems that you are seconds away from the earth and infinity, but infinity is in the head itself.
There, your fears got you.
Chaos is the time in between, the essentials of the one that coexists in the space of nothingness.
So many thoughts spinning around that times to times they connect or disconnect.
Where is the logic in all this and do we actually need the logic?

Cinematic movements visualizing intentions that meant to be special but somehow they do not.
The reason is the guts to express, feel and fulfill your ego. Give something of yourself, experiences that trapped your mind or your will and make it alive with any possible way.
Everyone can experience it differently because the eyes are the windows to the soul and each one of us interpret what comes closer to our manifestation of being.
Well, truth to be told, occasionally I caught myself being rather absurd when it comes to questioning myself what is the thing that I want to talk about or even better what is it that makes it so special talking about it.
Ironically maybe nothing, that moment is not about why is just instinctively a need.
When the time's right your subconscious eventually will be fully aware for what has existed.

Creating is …?
There could be different ways to analyze this subjects, psychologically, philosophically or by personal judgmental.
If what you see is strong enough to communicate then it is pointless to speak about it in a frame.
When I was a kid I was afraid of darkness, I am sorry, I meant what darkness could conceal beneath it and my senses where unable to distinguish. Speaking about it was likely giving it a form, so, I kept silent in my own imagination.
At what point does delusion turn into imagination and vice versa?

What I want to say is, words can proclaim an idea that would stay as if it is said, mind on the other hand can always twist ideas depending on the individuality of itself.
A Greek proverb says ''spoken words fly away, written words remain'', so why bothering imprinting something that could translate in different ways? The beauty will be undefining the defined.
Believing in your own capacity is a hope, a hope of getting along with your demons.
Accepting who you are makes you be true to yourself, have knowledge about your weaknesses and your strong points and finally be worthy of having a chance to be understood by someone who may have felt the same.
It is a war that you will either survive or will be defeated from.