Thursday, January 1, 2015


Today has been the second time where I regret opening my eyes.
You see, I took a few moments,probably seconds, of being in solitude, ignoring all of the outside world, and looking inside. An immensity of thoughts, feelings,  and questions rushed by randomly and purposely accompanied with peace. All came to end as I, regretfully,opened my eyes. Too many distractions: colours, shapes, surfaces, objects with definite purposes.
The world inside seemed much simpler. And it's not as one would try to imagine; no people, no shapes, no objects. In fact, the only thing I see is what I see with closed eyes; the colour black. There is nothing in there, only a stream of consciousness without an actual image of a's beautiful.