“When I first got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon. Now everybody’s like, “Pick a card, any card.””
Listening to echoes that have journeyed to the start and back and fill me with visions like sonar through time. Memories you find littering the path before you, proving for a moment you are walking in circles. But second chances are always a blessing, and this time the sun is rising.
I’m bored with this: Seeking to imbue meaning into life, spicing it with ideas and attitudes. I want to meet someone beautiful. The world is what we make of it; such complex ideas wrapped in such simplicity. Am I uninterested, or am I just afraid? Your beauty brings the world to life, or maybe you do and that’s why I think you’re beautiful. I’ve dreamed of you, visions followed by loss: we were sitting quietly in the corner, together, watching all the lonely people in the crowds.
Forget yesterday, forget those vapid day-dream phantoms, because peace is not a pretext, but a context. Remember tomorrow, remember solid sunlit potential, refracting light ferociously, scattering shrapnel like star-clusters that can be pursued or not but are satisfied with the question.
“I’m not revealin’ any tricks of the trade. It’s just there ain’t no magic in the breakdown baby. “