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Imagination’s End


What happens when the imagination fades? What happens when the imagination fails? What happens when we can no longer see that which it to be seen? What happens when the darkness cannot be held back like a howling gale? Matter clouds of black gas our minds. The color of fading starts to engulf all that we know. When millions of colors become indistinguishable? When butterflies start to fall and rainbows start to die? When endless cases of stairs begin to end with a fading cry? When words become silence? It is imagination’s failing. It is imagination’s end.
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JAlvey
It's all about keeping our minds alive and thinking. Believe in the unseen, for if we become so static in our imagination that it fades, we have become less of who we are created to be.

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