Horizon..

The line of transition, line of mist in the sand that translates the light into the darkness. Talking about the next cycle of changing the powers between darkness and light, marks the border of two worlds, so different, but yet so dependable about each other. Horizon can’t be seen. It can’t be translated, neither it can’t be on the same place in one moment in time. Only by listening it can be understood. In the dusk when sun is going below it, we can see how shadows move on this fragile planet. We can see the movement of the sun by looking into it or by looking at the shadows and lights in the ground. But horizon, all that time, stands still. It is the gateway between two worlds we can see and countless dimensions we can’t even imagine, gatekeeper of the west and of the east. Below it, fragile land, above it, sky without limits. Sky of this and outer world..

..As you shape the beginning and the end of your current life, same way you are the beginning and the end of your life, no one else but your true self. Same as the horizon is the beginning and the end of night and day, east and west, destruction and creation, life and death. That invisible line can mean nothing or everything, it all depends how you will look upon it..