
Colored beings guide me through the journey to the unconscious realm of my thoughts… spinning around with the wind produced by the birth of a new idea and waiting for the perfect timing to take off and explore that blue canvas… a place to engrave knowledge available for those willing to take the challenge of freedom…
Family, friends, neighbors all gather for Mochi. The kids running and helping with the food, doing the round rice cake, they do their best even in the cold evening. The men pounded the rice while women are making the different types of rice cake. Laughs and voices are heard around me. New families, old families and even dogs get reunited around the fire where we wait for the sweet potatoes.
I keep walking around this reality… with nothing more than my true self to share… as I keep advancing I find new people to open my mind with… sometimes they share some thoughts too while we go through a similar path… but even after we lost sight of each other, memories keep them close in the realm of our minds… those are my friends, every single one created a part of this life, to be shared by everyone of us…