What I see.

 It's already known what comes and goes between two phases, a positive and a negative who create such an unique force. Needed and required but easily manufactured as words who articulate visually and mentally between what we understand and what we don't. 

 Oscillating between consciousness and unconsciousness lies a line of though that completes the reason of someone, I like to call that line "mind" That's my definition, my mind comes back and forth from what I know and what I don't from when I'm dormant to when I'm in vigilant. From what I want and I don't. From positive to negative. It renders images, a flash, a momentary still picture from the line, moving at speeds that my eye cannot see individually but still sees the whole canvas in which occur, the blank behind my eyes, when I close them I see. In my mind.

I see in my mind a profound lake surrounded by white noise, it's cold and the breeze feels close to humid to the ethereal body, I see in the lake a blue hue covers my senses in a second, It's night time now and the bottom glows a translucent yellow that reminds me, but as I now know. I don't see in my mind anymore. The lake is now a painting only in my memory, and the bottom a mystery I'll never discover.