Willows and my notebook. A ray of sun on his shoulder. And the quiet whisper of a writing pencil.
As if everything is simple. But it's not just that. Do I build letters in a row? At first glance, everything is so. And many can not see further - on the way of thinking not to put on glasses, alas. But if you look through the lines, the hand movements in the fields of the notebook are not so spontaneous and not just to be perfect.
Every time you touch the letter of the page. Every movement of thought in consciousness. Every moment, as an element of a tool that has no scale, I light new worlds.
And they begin in the mind. Then they become reality. Thanks to you.
Your world is nothing more than a rhythm of heartbeats in conjunction with a combination of your favorite elements. Connecting them with each other, in combinations known only to you, coming up with a new one, you share with the planet one of the best existing energies, which, according to the principle of the universe, returns to you again.
Stars and your notebook. The moon shines. Remember, reality is only a fantasy, so - create.