A spoken word before opening the door into my Child Hood Imagination
When Time Ceases to exist.
and a hammer strikes you across the face
All you can see is darkness.
With barely any option of escape
or option of Moving anywhere for that matter
my mind could claim only two voices
One helplessly to surrender and Give in
and the other. Told me to zone into a Realm.
A Realm of infinite Imagination Full of Gallactical Experiences ,
of Multiverse Complexity seeking higher purpose of life,
I chose The Latter.
Here are a couple of my Favourites