Dear friend,
A bond is formed, through tears and words. Though ethereal and unseen, the line that connects us unbreakable.
Two beings separate from each other in soul and geography, meet through pathways made of dried digital ink.
Both spilling their souls on a virtual world hidden away from their reality. A shelter made for themselves only but suddenly decide to open their doors to each other.
One facing the pain of life seeks help and someone to hear it’s cry. The other a parent who guides and protects the cub from the pain but never hides away for the cub to forget.
We share our days, our dreams and our desires. We tell of laughter, mistakes and memories.
Each inspires the other, to grow and to write. Each allows the other to be themselves without judgement or fear. Their behaviour alters between best friends, wise cousins or parent and child.
More magic is still to come from this unorthodox bond. Many words are yet to be written and many tears have yet to be shed. But the gates to my voice are always open and awaiting the inspiration from the muse.
There are times in life, when you feel like you’re as close to magic as possible.
These moments emerge out of nowhere,
Only to engulf you thoroughly.
A window shattering wind blows,
Over a dull grey sky,
But it’s that petrichor that makes your heart fly.
Amidst chaos and cheer,
Unable to distinguish confusion from fear,
You find that sliver of glitter,
To light up your day.
Between words and actions,
You’re stuck, for you have to make a choice,
But each choice opens an endless door of opportunities,
Exactly halving the possibilities.
Warmth by words and hugs,
Cannot be matched,
For these carve out a special corner for themselves.
With every note, beat and crescendo,
The music seeps deeper into our veins,
Breaking free from the chains,
Of stress and anxiety,
To give birth to a smile at the end.
With independence at the midnight hour,
When we took up the reins of power,
It wasn’t just liberation,
It was then that a magical bird of independence had flown.
With every up and down,
High and low,
We realise that life isn’t perfect,
But to cherish a brush with magic, we sure do know.
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