I was thinking about fog in the winter when something came to my mind.
I tried to read the symbol of confusions, but it was unpleasant to me. My looming difficulties are not visible
so I have to discover something that I couldn’t imagine
The mental senses are just an indicator for the metaphoric world. My awakened feelings are the direction to my truth. How often do I see the clarity over obsessions?
A synthetic time is here to escape the moment. I am just one of the no name elements of multiple realities, a predictor of positive transformations.
Inspiration extracted my psyche-body and fog came out to my reality. Now everything is an illusion.
Masha Melnik©, Winter, California, 2013