Because, between ‘reality’ on the one hand, and the point where the mind strikes reality, there’s a middle zone, a rainbow edge where beauty comes into being, where two very different surfaces mingle and blur to provide what life does not: and this is the space where all art exists, and all magic.

I came to
pen another poem for you,
but even every unwritten poem
is you.

All my pains has always increased my sense of purpose.

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