When I owned the moon,
love songs made me swoon,
and birds rejoiced in magic,
but I dropped the ball,
a fumbl-
            ing

            fall.
Now all they sing is tragic.

Evening sky reflects
on the glass lake.
The soldier of a
tree carries on
through the lonesome
night.
If we could only
see the dreams of
the fish,
far from the
frying pan.

My life is on the list
of all the heretics,
I won't bother defending
or pretending
they'll light the end.
I don't examine,
the broken cannot mend
Once the letter sends,
it sails far into the ocean.
Remember clicking
once to a heart beat,
rushing for the best seat
next to daddy
a car, a sun-day driving
beautiful scenery.....
The worlds two between,
flaming at all my green trees,
and an image I wished to be,
A need for cradling knees.....
The Earth raises up with its pleas
and doubt only I can believe.

She stood infront of the mirror,
Looked at her reflection,
A spitting image of hers on the mirror,
To her eyes, it held more,
It held her darkest secrets,
Her worries,
Her inner turmoils,
The storm raging inside her,
The mind that's at war,
She being a lone warrior fighting it all,
Closed her eyes,
Took a deep breath,
Let out a long sigh,
She wanted everything to be cleared,
Once and for all,
She had to find answers, a voice whispered inside her "Find answers! Find answers!"
And the answer striked in her like a lightning,
"Change. Yes, change, it's change"
She opened her eyes,
Looked at her again,
Seems she found the answers,
Everything she saw in her earlier,
Vanished,
And she saw her smiling in the mirror,
And saw her whispering to herself,
"Nothing changes if nothing changes."

Can you see yourself
the way the mascara runs
the wings splayed out
like an angel
naked
pale
leaning into her own
dissolution.

This is not meant to be a poem.

Never delete what you were. Even though it doesn't reflect your current being. You must be proud of what you were because it got you until now and it prepared you. It gave you the tools. It WAS you and hence it IS still you.

Never be ashamed of the love you felt and gave. Instead. Grow in love and grow the love.

And if things did not go the best possible way. Well. What even is the best possible way? Things went the only way possible. You learn from what happens and live the way you think is best for you. Maybe learning from mistakes too.

There are no true immortal beings, but immortal are the feelings we feel and the ideas that we bring to others. This is because ideas and feelings will move through generations as long as someone is willing to talk about them. Share them. Write them. And speak about them with other people.

This is magic.

I guess that's all.