Hocus Pocus, I'm the magician and I want you to pay heed as I perform what they call 'miracle'. Nay, not rabbit in a hat nor wand to enchant. I have no power to fly or pull in tricks to inspire. I tell you I'm no special,

But *Hocus Pocus the truth comes to life. It's not easy, but required. You broke or mend a heart, you laugh and bawl your eyes. Sometimes it's hard, but you just have to try. I tell you, it's in your hands to unveil the 'miracle'.

Hocus Pocus, all we need is to focus. And that's where we, the animate things perform a special sorcery -unexpected things that you thought won't happen will actually happen. Vóila! Now that's alchemy!

-A

8/9/14

Listen.
Listen to me very carefully.
You’re the reason he’s going to hurt.
You’re the reason he’s going to regret everything about the girl with the curly hair and the voice.
You’re the reason I chased after him today.

Because I can’t stand to hurt him, even if it might be what’s right.

Listen,
You ****** fool.
You’re the reason I can’t let go.
You’re the reason I’d rather watch my own heart break than his.
You’re the reason I'll die without someone worth dying for.

Because I can’t stand the thought of hurting anyone else the way
you
hurt
me.

To the devil muscle in the mouth;
You are not doing good;
The thing assigned to you;
Trembling in the cochlea of mob;
Tending to go on path of lies;
I have a better alternative to you;
The more audible than you;
The super-majestic pen..
..
Pen, you could do it for me,
the thing which turn eyes hard as rock;
the thing which dries the throat;
You could dwell for feelings;
Inside the poor,gullible heart;
And can encrypt facts from brains.
..
You could preserve fossils of all lost memories;
Bringing a reluctant smile of remembrance;
Let the words erupt from the soul;
And appreciate the "Little Great Things";
Of this catastrophic world.