There are those moments, when you close your eyes. Flickers of magic- the sun seeping through the stretched skin of your eyelids. Peter Pan claimed they were glimpses of Neverland; that you can hear the tinkling of the water in the mermaids pool and the sound of Lost Boys shutting their doors.
Sometimes I try and distinguish shapes out of the swirling orangey black colours. Try to believe. Or, if not believe, make magic out of boring reality.
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