BlueBlueBlu

Our time is our exceptance, if you want to live in a different time it is possible but this job can happen through some studies of previous world. So, in any art form if anybody or any artist or any good poet creates a whole new world of his/her studies and other materials, those are powerful and fresh. And we are talking about a new hope, and new observation of the same time.

I studied so much and so many about my thesis and other thinking. But still I am not pure, cause purity lies not only anything except some pure and devoted studies. I am not talking about a process of reading without enjoyment, some pure enjoyment we can achieve from any art, and other creation, like when anybody thinks about a matter or any thinking relating to art could be other creation of you.

Consciousness ended in a time; some depiction of each and every era! My sublime faith upon your days I have put. And nothing, notion is ending like broken attitude. In summer days I live, and I sleep at night. Yet! Some dream is light and lighter, I want to touch them as my emptiness.

Hollow consciousness, anything is good; I walk like a butterfly in the morning, thunder is my mind; you are a fairy of my dreams only. This city, and its light I have put forward to the eternity, and sky, and nothing sometimes. A glow, and values, some fruits I have collected from a brunch of tree, few green leaves and flowers are still in dark region of spaces. I know them like I have known my memories in the path of your home and boundary. Whitish yellow, and flowery is your mind, few golden rays of sun you like to taste as your own skin, in this light I watch none, no body and those trees of streets. A thunder and ocean we have drawn among our days and eternal ambitions.