Magic

Magic is all around us. I repeat, it is all around us. It's just been given different names. The way water turns into water vapour is called evaporation. The way we fly is called aerodynamics. the way we live is called anthropology. We have let science take over almost every facet of our lives. Not that that's a bad thing, but...lets face it, we are lost, and we have lost. We are lost in our own worlds of technology, drowning in all the latest advancements in communications, learning, development, it never ends. We have lost sight of the magic we once had. Even if we didn't know, we had to guts to believe in it. Now, we never do anything without proof that it works.

Why? Where is the faith? Where is the belief? where is the magic? My father used to tell me that he drank milk everyday as a boy to help him grow up strong. Now everyone is afraid to drink milk. Why? Because someone found something bad in ONE product. Then all the other skeletons were expunged.

No one has faith anymore. No one believes in anything anymore. That's what I miss.

He's staring at a candle. two candles. actually. He lighes one first, then the other. Their side by side, twin flames reaching upwards in the darkness. He watches as the flames seem almost attracted to each other, eventually creating one bigger than the sum of both seperately.

He found out something about her, something he should have figured out a long time beforehand. It wasn't a bad thing, but something he knows he should have asked about right from the beginning. It's not a bad thing per say. But he's kicking himself anyway.

Why? Ask him.

Cheers and Waiting,

Healing Poet