If there is any proof that magic dose indeed exist, then we only need to look inside of your own hearts, as that is where it lies through love. As love has proven to be the most powerful & enchanting of all magic.
It can blind us, making us unwilling to see the true nature of its source. Binding us to do anything for that one special person we care for the most. As over time we allow ourselves to become entwined & that one person becomes our world.
And when that one person who we love so dearly goes astray, our world is shattered & the flames turn to ashes.
But even Though we are left weeping lying in the ashes, we must find the strength to fly again like the Phoenix & learn to rekindle the flames & fly once again.
We all seem to have this dark rekindling place that our mind takes us too.
Sometimes the events it ventures too are good, & others bad. But either way we have traveled here for one reason or another.
Sometimes we resist these thoughts & others we welcome. But everywhere we go we are surrounded by paintings, visionaryβs of he past & if lucky the future. Some we hang on our walls proudly & others we turn so we cannot face them.
But we all have our own distant galleries, but only you & if lucky someone you love can view the art work deep inside.
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