Imagination...Our dreams.

Imagination...our dreams.

A flying fire breathing dragon. A world of conceptual realizations, the things we see. 

Voodoo in a nature of a minds lost construct. Broken barriers and a time of losing one’s self-emancipation.  

Where do you go when you lose a time of self-made realizations?

It’s a dream, a falsified time; our best self-made story. Maybe some type of wished book torn from our seams. 

The mind it’s a powerful thing. It’s our own escape into our own needed glory.

Imagination isn’t made. It’s lost at the cost of something that we’ve paid. A superhero, a queen or a king, an imagined thing. 

There’s something powerful about our dreams that keep us as living psychologically stable beings.  

A myth in our mind that can take us away from the real. Without our imagination what are we? We are nothing but frail and lost things. We lose our own appeal.

The consolidation of our memories and what we truly want them to be.

That's why we have the chance to see our imagination...our dreams.