WikiBeing of Alice.

Through the Life of one Writer, You are able to find many imaginary Characters, but are You able to find Writer in all of Its Works? Are You able to find Idea, Image or Emotion? Are Writers open to that fully? Are they expressing themSelves or they just running away?
With my pen I could escape everything. I could travel long distances, but my sadness was hidden here. In my Place. On my Skin, hidden in Scars. On my Face, hidden in my Smile. In my Eyes. In my Heart. -Love that sound of Moby.
Is this the first non-fiction? No. What is the Truth of one WikiBeing?

Alice was always able to talk about Mankind. She was in places, I could never go. She met many Faces; smiling or crying, and many Faces woke up Fear. Their face Lines was so strong, that kept Her in Emotions of Images those Lines created in Her Mind. Images She saw once and escaped. But She turned back to all of that, armed just with a smile...

We all get hurt once in a while. That means we're Humans. Being Human and being a Man, isn't the same thing. Humankind is disappearing, but Man- Man will do the right thing. She told me that, but somehow I'm still not so sure, even I Love that Idea...
During last ten years, I saw Images in my Mind that Alice was sending to me. She was torn apart; Her crying resounded Night after Night and none could reach to Her. She was hiding in place of my own Brain and constantly calling me to find Her -alone. When I was finally there, She jumped through my feet into the Ground and I could still hear Her, calling me to jump in; where Worms rules, where it all begins and ends. I couldn't until all my frustration about that; all sufferings and all the smiling Faces run through me so fast and exploding, that my Mind was literary blown away. Then my Eyes opened.

With constant flow of Energy, I practiced to transform my Images and Emotions in Art and Writings, just to let all of that go. With every Train took off, I sent all of my Love into the World of suffering Faces. Time passed and now I'm able to paint Ideas that resound. Every Morning, Alice is practicing Her own rituals- kissing Worm's Ground and sending Love into the many Skies. Imagining that World of possibilities, I realize that I'm already there. She didn't need to explain; Energy always do what we want. My companion is my Energy; all of my Love and Understanding. All of Kindness and Gratitude inside me, is result of my deeds. She made me never to look back in Anger; never to cry so badly that I forget about Us... She made me to smile in hardest Pain... I just wanted to know why...

Today, my questions answer themSelves- alone. I was sending my attention too high for anyone to climb up, and someone still managed to reach it. Many Minds were flowing there, just like mine... Ideas of Beautiful Life are still there, and we're grabbing them so hungry for that perfect Images and Emotions...

Imagine what the World would it be, if WE all could freely transform our Emotions and Images into Ideas, for someone else to grab them?

And we are already there.

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Stay positive! Alice.

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