Gosh...
I guess a part of us always wanted something unobtainable,
and to certain extend I feel almost obligated to keep it unobtainable.
so I can indulge on the fact that it allows us to dream, to wish...
the expectant of the next moment and what will become of it.
Somehow I think there is a invisible dimension,
holding all that we can't grasp solid in life,
we play with those metaphorical beings
between wake and sleep,
between light and dark,
it's somewhere around the corner of our eyes,
the dimension where a oracle center herself
she gaze into what seems to be empty spaces
where the abstract patterns and shapes
are mathematical miseries to us...
and tell you what becomes...
I need to see my oracle ...
It's a frosty foggy day, it seems to have frozen my brain,
as I feel light headed and out on space when I walked in the house...
I guess that's how it feels when the brain melt in room temperature :D