We are all a little narcissist at time. Even when our life is a rut we love to tell others our stories. We like people to know about us. Even it is a bit or even if our life is just ordinary. We like people to accept us. We want people to accept us. We want people to accept the good and even more so, the bad. This is my story. My life. My reason. My emotion. This is all my grief and laughter. My Pain and my Joy. This is me.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Finding Magic
I miss the feeling of awe. I miss the feeling of wonder. I miss the feeling of joy. I miss it all. I miss magic. Magic has vanished. Magic has vanished from this world. Vanished from my world. I can't find magic anymore. I wish i could. But no matter how many stones i flip over, how many world i shattered open, how many life i changed, how many smile i created. Those magic never comes again. Do you miss magic? Do you want magic ? Do love magic ?
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