Expression is in all. And it's beautiful.

The directions it can take, the regret behind it, the love, and all the emotions in between. 

It's in everything, in all. And how sensitive can we be to it?

And which direction can we take it. As we still balance the rest of our lives, our jobs and work and responsibilities, with the real that we know we need to express.

Because expressing the truth inside of us can be argued as the only real reality there is, and everything else, well it's just a passing dream we're all going to forget.

Just like the ages passed and so much of the experience and the knowledge was forgotten.

And here we are, another sense of real. Trying to realize it's own reality.

I hope to contribute to it.