I close my eyes, and snap I am floating in the imagination poool.
I touch millions, myriads, of colors.....small particle like dots, that if i try to focus on evade me. Yet I can see them all, and not one in particular.
Images taking form.
Images getting destroyed.
All merging into the colorful multi-dimensional matrix. Things emerging, things dissolving.
Things I have never seen in my real life.
Strange, awkward yet engaging, free forming, no extents, no gravity (no weight), you can move them or move yourself, change them if you want, add more colors or take them off, put them on water without sinking, or hang them in air, rotate them, play with them as you want, however you want. Destroy them into million pieces. And find the same thing again in each broken piece.
Who would have imagined this imagination pool? What would his imagination feel like?
If I open my brain all synapses, and nerves are just red, so where are these colors coming from?
Who put these images and things in my imagination, I silently ponder.
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