I have been living in a two-sided world, one real and one imaginary, between which there is a strong tension in the fight for the priority of power release.
Memories come from any one of them, sometimes intertwine and become one.
The present is always in need of constant balance, yet all the past and future showed their appearance chaotically when oppressed by a spectrum of one hidden kaleidoscope.
The winds are continuously blowing, and the snows are restlessly falling. Summer in the real world, Winter in the imaginary world, and way around.
Nothing comes back certainly, to be everlasting.