CREATION

Bigger stories beautiful canvases, immense characters and all connected through one unidentified string of underlying cause ,effecting every particle of every existence.Creation is as beautiful as the one creating it wants it to be ,its as much immerse as the creator is engulfed into it.For all i see i can be an angel dreaming about this life waiting to be born out of the sac of creation,
for all its worth life can only be the mere shadows of a greater being.Time is as intricate and dilating as we experience it to be its not where we land but how we travel the distance to land there, its not about our emotions but about our intensive massive immerse breakdowns of all that is worthless and all that is worthwhile without realizing where we all land or where we all soar, without any one realizing that we have all become just a mere speck of dust floating along the streams of all the dirt spread across whole horizons .We have no way of controlling where we land or even if we are forced to fall ,we spill our lives like a stream of water falling down a stream not realizing whats its purpose or where is it heading .Its all too absurd in the face of our own preformed thoughts of what we desire what we play or what we immaculately believe is all written along the sleeves of the disguises we wear, we can whiff them off but crowded in our misery we have lost all the will of ever dreaming ever soaring out of all our bunked up heads .