Lost Worlds

It's such a pity you're so forgetful.

It's such a pity I remember it all.

We only treasure scars

One day, you'll wake up and look into the mirror. And you'll see scars. That will remind you of the day you were lonely in a crowd, or the day fell down and no one offered a hand. You'll remember the first time you faced betrayal. You'll recall how insignificant you looked in his eyes. You'll fail to remember the last time you made yourself tea.

But let me tell you this. You don't get scars from happiness.  Don't let the scars delude you into thinking you never smiled. There will be mornings after sleepless nights when you'll feel, this is it.

Come, Sit at the table. Make yourself a cup of tea. Have another. Open  your albums of adventure. Dust the gifts you hid behind your shelves. Trace your fingers downwards from the small of your neck till you reach that spot on your shoulder where you first got a hickey. Take out the dress you wore the day you had that long walk.

When you look into the mirror again, you'll be surprised. 

The Magician in you

You know the secret about magic? It exists as long you believe it can.

And the moment you doubt it, you've chanted the spell. And poof! It's gone
Magic,  isn't it?

Let it stay, for me.