My inspiration is to comprehend the spectacle of time. For me, time seems to stroll through my memory as a mademoiselle playing hopscotch. At other times she prances through my mind tacking Xs to my woes, like playing tick-tack-toe. Time has got me enamored with her mystery pulling me ever so closer into her space, where escape is futile. Now the world of time is sandwiched between reality and believability. Her reach is so far and wide that even celestial bodies dance to the rhythm of her beat. With the touch of a finger, the vacuum of space explodes into cosmic mosaic-like fireworks. Splashing and spewing the art of time through the night sky. Unfortunately, when all is said and done lady Chronos decides time is up. Thus, Concluding the dream and ushering in a new day to begin.