Magicmaker

Originally featured on a Carried Away Life: November 18, 2015

Magic can bit of a cruel mistress, as well. Just like time, they are doing it for our own good but will not tell us exactly what they are doing…It is a bit of tough love and torture combined.

Deprivation of one sense yet overloading of the others, throwing us off-balance until we have no idea what really matters and which end is up. Magic is the antidote to time…and time tempers the hysteria of magic…they are almost always out of balance yet never far from the other. Magic makes us feel invincible and godlike and it is a bit of a drug that convinces us of things that we don’t normally believe we can do when we are not under the influence…Our sober side thinks about getting 8 hours of sleep and starting the day fresh and all the responsibility.

Magic allows us to stay up all night fucking a new lover and not really being honest when the timid voice inside our head asks if it’s the best thing for us to do? The same timid voice that reminds us how much we may have to pay for this in a day, month or down the road.

Magic is the cute girl that everyone wants to be around at any costs. We don’t ask if she is really real. It just is……It is ribbons of merriment, promise, love and lust, nothing else matters and everything is possible….it all is swirling around in the moonlight, waking up neighbors and pretending we don’t care if they get mad…

Because the shit feels that good! It is the most addictive drug. Like a drug, it will convince you to give up your child…leave your partner…lose your house…your career…all your worldly possessions. You get caught up in the magic.. you are seduced by magic. She stroked your cheek at just the right moment…she held your hungry glance for seconds longer than you have ever felt. And it felt, really and truly, as though she saw you. I mean really saw you. And now, you are back to feeling alive again…and like that…you are hooked like a junkie after it’s first fix.

Magic is the antidote to time…

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