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Σάββατο, 10 Ιανουαρίου 2015

Do You Believe In Magic?

And if you were to ask me if I still believe in magic, I really wouldn't know what to say anymore.

Probably, no.

Fuck no.

And I wouldn't hold it against me.

But when a small light starts shinning over the little dark hole you crawled into, eventually you wanna crawl out of there and turn that thing off.

And as you're doing that, the light gets brighter and it feels a little warmer and you kinda remember what it was like. How it used to feel like. How you used to be.

And you kinda like it.

You kinda prefer it actually from that dark humid hole.

Maybe you could stay here for a change? For a little while, not too long because it's so unfamiliar now.

Or maybe you're just too scared that you might overstay your welcome.

So yeah, I've been feeling warmer. But not on my own; it comes from external factors. It bounces off from you, from that, from others and I absorb it. But it's so warm and fuzzy, I feel I could stay here and take a long long nap.

A very long nap.

A much needed long long nap.

So if you were to ask me, after all that I've been through, if I believe in magic? I'd say, I would really like to.

I think I do.

Progressing into, I guess I do.

Hopefully reaching, Yes, I do,

And finally resulting into, Of course I do.

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