How ironic it was to believe what happened last summer. How clichéd it was to feel something. How disbelieving it was to fall into these delusions of grandeur. It felt so real like I'm riding a 5D generated car ride in an amusement park, if that even exists. It was a very great imagination created by my own brain. It fooled me to the point of my falling into the unknown. It was magic, not the way people perceived magic as a very spectacular feeling or sight. It was a magic that deceived you, that sucks in on your belief and that takes away your money when it's obvious that the magic was a poor quality.
I really thought that you will be the one who will pull the rabbit out of the hat. I even wished that if what they say is true, it will be a freaking miracle. You're a good illusionist, you're one of them. You let me choose a card and that card was the start of it all. I didn't ask to fall. I didn't ask to let this happen. This is only the beginning and look at us; we are at the end of the magic show. No one informed me that the main magic trick of this show is the idea. The illusion itself is the idea of you and me. Now, let's give ourselves a big applause.
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Secrets I Whisper to the Stars at Night
PoetryThe stars, my anchor and friend Keeping my secrets as I spill them Into the night sky Together with the moon, They keep me company.
