Borders of Never-Never

Sometimes there are borders to never be crossed. Like borders between our everyday reality and realities that may never happen. Realities of what-ifs. Realities of Gods. Although they never crossed, we exist on both sides. Often I find myself trapped into the former ones. They extend into my days from my dreams, sudden flash-like visions, territories hidden deep behind my eyelids, those unexplorable, but rather unexplainable lands always covered with fog of timelessness.

... Shape without form, shade without color,
Paralyzed force, gesture without motion ...

(T.S. Eliot)