There was no magic,
nothing.
All he wished for was a spark, some light.
nothing.
He looked at his reflection,
nothing.
He looked up,
nothing.
Down,
nothing.
But little did he know that behind him,
there was,
something.
There always was.
//KZ.M
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 4:25 PM UTC
