Magnets and MiraclesForever exists.It's there when we glance forward and backwards, along the line of our footsteps through time, barriers of space and existence trawling along the horizon. It looms above us; a foreboding shadow of deep regret, deep longing, the screams of the pained echoing in the atmosphere, and nobody dares to listen.We reach dizzying heights and we see the scattered trees and the armies of tin soldiers marching in time.It was a place we knew, until the ringing of the bell was heard, and suddenly we were divided. The bombs fell while the erected statues of hope were cut down like sheep, trembling like abandoned babes in the livid cold as they took their last breaths.We hold out our hands and beg for that golden pendant of change to land in our palms, our eyes staring up at the big blue sky in question, and something rains down on us, softly.Not what we wanted.But in this place called forever, high hopes do no favours.High hopes are nothing but a wall.
EchoesI call to you across the sky...It's wholeness in the shape of an eaglethat never flies to your wrist.It's tugging at the heartstringsthat are broken and worn.It's writing 'I'll be fine'in a pen that lacks ink.It's the illusion of holding the world in the palm of your hand when it's only a glass marble.And you wonder why they don't respond.Why there's no knocking at the door.Why people turn away from you in an off-hand manner that sets you reeling.But you haven't the heart to grab their shoulder and make them face you.You'll whisper onto paper cranes that carry your message far beyond places you dare not to think exist and you'll wait for them to return with something different. Unordinary; hopefully something that isn't yours.Standing at the open window with your hands held out has never been harder.Everything aches.You just wish that the days would return when a pair of glittering eyes would light up the night and show you through the dense alleyways that
DanielSometimes she wondered if she was where she was supposed to be.And where he was. Whether he got what he want out of life. Whether he was where he belonged.She knew where she belonged, surrounded by fairytales and daydreams and strange, lively things that came out of her imagination.She wondered if he ignored that, if he saw what she'd seen; all these weird and wonderful things spreading themselves out for her fingers to touch and experience. It was fascinating, the way they'd flit in and out of her fingers, wrapping tiny little ropes made of stardust around her knuckles.She was bound to this feeling forever and she knew it. She loved it. She relished in it, curled up next to it while she slept. It'd dance in her dreams, pulling blanket upon blanket of forests and animals and magic across her mind's eye. She observed every single one.Even through the half-hooded eyes of a night slept well, she stared out the window but what she saw wasn't reality; it was the dreams, waiting for her