Perfection of dreams

Every volute of my attention is perfect with its own shape, radiating its personal content. But as I try to bring them all togehter, to create a integral picture and to understand it's own meaning, I fall. I try to make a conclusion but they simply push off each other with a great force. They are not just different but they awfully don't match  neither with each other or with neutral background.

Bomm.. . ._bw by ~donjuk (http://fav.me/diac2o)

RETURN

Sweet storm – I’ve been waiting for you for such a long time. I got lost and decided to find a way out. But I had to understand where I’ve been and how the hell people get lost during their eventful lives. I guess that’s the problem – we don’t understand that something really happened until we fall into a rut and are sucked down in the swamp of everyday darkness.