As she catches raindrops on the tip of her tongue, the leaves that blow around her are collected by magpies and squirrels that raise each one to the sky as if to show God they are so fortunate to have been touched by her beauty. As she spins in circles like a whirlwind, the dogs and cats from the neighbourhood leap into the air and circle her outstretched arms, and upon their faces and in their animal hearts they feel only joy and wonder at the one who shines upon them. As she closes her eyes and smiles at the clouds, the clouds come down and lift her off her feet and as she laughs like a child all the children spread their fingers upon the windowpanes in fascination at the angel who’s dancing outside. Like her, they know of no horrors, only of what it means to believe in magic, because magic is the only thing that keeps a person from growing old and crumbling. She doesn’t crumble, and she doesn’t grow old. In a bubble of soap and alcohol she floats. In a moment of time gently removed from the tapestry of life, she drifts beneath the streetlamps as their light illuminates her face the way daisies glow beneath an innocent chin. They told me when I was kid that if they did, then you liked butter, so it must be true, because there’s nothing more she likes than butter on toast along with her tea and cigarettes upon the doorstep while watching the seasons and people twist and change every morning yet somehow always remaining the same. It could be October, but it could be May. It could be raining, or it could be snowing. It doesn’t really matter. Nothing matters once you leave behind the ties that bind you to former lives and lovers that only ever dragged you down. And who wants that? Who wants anything less than sheer poetry and bliss in a moment that couldn’t be anything less?
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Categories: Lucid
Author S. K. Nicholas 
What wonderful images. I’d never looked at street lights illuminating faces like that, but I will now. 🙂 can we ever truly cut ties to past lives and lovers? And I do so believe in magic.
Thank you 🙂 I hope that you do, too! I’m not sure that we can, and I’m not even sure we would want to, but sometimes it feels as though it would be nice to, if not just for a day or two x
Oh! I love this so much, it is magically beautiful with just a touch of realism.
Oh, I’m so happy that you do. Thank you 🙂 x
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I LOVE this so much, and that ending (killer, as usual) really resonates – it’s like it was written for me, which of course in a way it was, because when we write we do so for ourselves but also for everyone else out there who might pick up fragments of their own emotions, feelings and lives in our words. Why am I rambling on? Because your words have gone straight to my core and brought tears to my eyes. Thank you ❤ xo
I’m ever so glad you do, Nathalie. I’m glad you are rambling- I enjoy it very much. You’re right of course, it was written for you, and I’m touched it moved you in the way it did. It made me emotional as I wrote it, which is always a good sign. While writing, I was listening to this song- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHTFmJk7fH0
I hope you feel it, too ❤ xo
I did feel it, I’ve been listening to it today as I laid in bed with my cold.
I understand how it could have inspired that incredibly piece of yours xo
Oh, I hope you are surviving. Listen to it some more, and drink plenty of honey and ginger lemsip xo
Thank you 🙂
So beautiful!
Thank you very much!
Wowzers. This one truly sparkles.
Thank you! 🙂
Yes, this one is lovely! Thank you for pointing me here.
Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
This really brought tears to my eyes..really beautiful!
I’m so glad you think so 🙂 Thank you x
Lovely.
Thank you.
You are Welcome. ☺
god this is absolutely gorgeous. Autumn rains, winter snows, inspire me, or so I think, and then I read something like this. So beautiful. So real and magical at the same time. And I realize that any inspiration I had previous pales to this glory, this art. Even so, reading this pushes me on, to discover the magic I had overlooked prior, express that magic in a way that reminds me of that moment in time and perhaps touches the lives of those around me as well. Thank you for sharing this. I am truly moved, my soul has been pricked.
For me to have moved and inspired you is wonderful. To have pricked your soul is an achievement I shall hold close very dealy. There’s a shit load of darkness in us, but there’s also light, and the more we try and nurture this light, the more good we can put in the world. It’s a difficult dance, but if we can do it, it’s one that will give us halos x
Yes! The dance of light and darkness. I strive for the light but sometimes darkness takes over. I attempt to look it in the eye and fight it. Thank you for sharing your works with us. The world is a better place because of you.
You’ve made my heart sway. Thank you x
This is so beautiful! 🌈
Thank you 🙂
“It could be raining, or it could be snowing. It doesn’t really matter. Nothing matters once you leave behind the ties that bind you to former lives and lovers that only ever dragged you down. And who wants that?”
I don’t want that. The feeling of letting them go is the BEST. x
Yes. To be at one with yourself and to only allow those in your life that fill you with energy. Priceless x
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Absolute ephemeral yet timeless beauty.
Thank you ever so much! x
This is so surreal
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But sometimes, it takes forever, for you, to let yourself off the hook for what happened to you in the past, and stop letting your past get in the way of the way you interact and relate to others presently and in the futures to come…
Yes, it can be a very long and difficult journey, but one that’s worth fighting for. If it means that much to you, you’ll give all you’ve got to give to make it happen.