Imagination Driven by Inspiration
Imagination... A word, so simple yet so mystique; a word so straightforward yet so deep in meaning... Sky is the limit and all it takes is a pair of closed eyes; placed on a beautiful face under chilly breeze on top of a perfect body with two arms spreaded to sides as if they will soon hug the empty space.
Isn't it right; that we envy the birds so deeply has caused us to invent the airplanes? Isn't it right that we realized the stars are far beyond has made us travel through the space? Sky is the limit as long as you can manage to dream even when your eyes are open.
I've seen the kites flowing around in the sky on their own; I've seen the birds with broken wings walking to their end. Is it a dream to picture the man(kind) flying in a steel cage? Is it a dream to picture the man(kind) dive into deep blue sea for months without breathing air? Is it a dream, to cure the Black Death? Maybe unnatural; maybe unmeant; but never a dream; always an imagination driven by daily inspiration.

