magic

"sometimes i can still feel the magic"

(written by me, 2009)

i feel it for only a moment at a time. my mind takes me back to a second in my life in which everything was perfect - - picturesque; movie like. the smell, the emotion. but only for a moment.

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the fog tickling the little hairs in my nose at 6 in the morning, before an early jog. the cool, humid breeze kissing the skin on my bear legs and arms in west palm beach florida. the smell of shampoo on your hair, sweet and fresh. the feeling of butterflies, fluttering in your stomach when you see the boy you like. how your heart feels as light and full as a balloon floating through the air. standing on top of a castle in italy, all of florence floating below you; hundreds of peach colored buildings so beautiful you’d swear you were inside of a painting. the smell of the asphalt after it rains. rosy cheeks, nipped by the cool autumn’s air. freshly painted nails, glossy and cherry red. staying up late with your friends when you were little, telling secrets and watching movies. the county fair at night, how the lights sparkle and twinkle below you as you soar above the world on the ferris wheel. listening to nantes by beirut at 2 in the morning, allowing the tears to stream down your face and collect at the bottom of your chin. the fog of cigarette smoke floating inside of the small cafe, candles lit abundantly, live music resonating through your whole body. there is so much magic all around me and stored in my mind, but i can’t possibly recall everything right now.

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