It felt like the saddest moment but it wasn’t.
Do you know that moment when magic dies?
Awwwh, that imaginary magic!
And suddenly silence fulfilling all the spaces, the positive, the negative.
There’s nothing left to luck in the presence of inner silence
Only tiny pieces of broken magic hitting the bottom of our consciousness.
And suddenly, outside, up, higher than our dreams or hopelessness, a star reminds us that nothing is eternal,
Not even our love for the imaginary and we exhale.