Wishing Upon A Star II

As our imagination takes flight we seek our own ways and means. Settling into conviction we become that which we seek. Arising from the ashes of our own despair we relive a heritage not of our making, or so it seems. As in all things, we are what we are.

Running on empty we give out. Resting in our nature we find solace and yet.... and yet we thirst for more. As our endeavors takes us further afoot we find our selves 'lost'. How in the world can we 'lose' something which we are. Reality is not something to be taken lightly, or so it seems.

Propagation requires prolongation and there we are caught in the middle.

It's a kodak moment.

We are what we are.

There is nothing else.

Welcome to eternity.