When fantasy disturbs reality, i search in reality what the fantasy brings to me.
Nights without sleeping due to a very busy imagination.
Instead of spending it in bed, i walk around, searching, never finding, because it can't be found.
Then i make images with reality, that explain what i feel in that moment.
It's not pleasant, but it is beautiful, not everything that is sad, is ugly.
With the exhaustion of the morning, finally i find the image i was looking for, simple, but it defines what i was feeling.
