(I was thinking about the name for this painting when these words popped up in my mind)
Things come and go...But something stays.
That one that can't die, that one that can't vanish...
Not sure but I feel
It knows everything what happened within me.
Invisible to eyes, untouchable by hands...
It's here and it's there.
It penetrates the air, the time and space...
My friend and enemy,
It reminds me something, it gives me glimpse of past.
But I can't remember, I can't recall the past.
And for the best or worst it doesn't have the voice to talk...to let me know.
Is it enough for one to know and for other to be ignorant and go blindly?
I want to know...
