Should I start with a "Hello"?

In terms of creativity and - specifically - photography, most of the time I feel as if I am being completely sucked into a world that barely even exists. The world that lives only within me and balances on a rope between reality and a dream. That soft overwhelming feeling which takes over you when you aren't yet asleep, however, already starting to lose the trace of thoughts. They quickly slip through your weakening fingers and you can no longer get hold of them. That's where the World resides. Fierce, startling world that rages, roars and then suddenly murmurs, dividing into thousand more. The world that I get to touch, experience - yet never understand - only through a prism of my own emotions. The world that I will never be able to shape into some kind of meaningful text. Wordless world that requires nothing but music, sensations and images. Images that are born to stay and remind of all the little precious things our lives are made of. 

The Green Doors into our memories.