Cannot write much this past few days nor can I browse a decent amount of articles from my fellow writers here, my apologies. I have been busy with my sideline, being a clinical Clerk in a hospital.
Today I share to you this photo. My hand with a written word, written by a very pretty friend - Holding a fountain pen which I bought 4 years ago.
So I write:
Magic is an explanation,
to anything including everything
But it is limited to be an explanation
And despite its awesomeness
It never claimed to be true
and is humble enough not to dispell what is real
Magic shows that the bridge
to real and unreal
Is belief
