Magic

I wanted to make this a stand-alone post, but the preview would give it away without the formatting, without filler text.

Some post from a year or whatever ago I thought, what if we were spirits. We live lives one at a time, forever. Each time we start a new life we lose all of our memories, but when we return we get our memories back, as well as the new memories from that life. And the memories keep on adding up, one life at a time. Like a bank of wisdom.

Because you can only really understand after you live someone's life entirely. All of the people. All of the animals. All of the plants.

I realised that my life is already like that, in some ways. Every book, game and story I experience, I live it too. My life can be a means of living other lives.

And then... it won't matter anyway, if that's all it is.

It Changes Nothing

rain drops are falling -

rain clouds are dying

hammering outside

trying to get in

no one is getting in.

music flows from speakers -

noise leaks from speakers

they sing of happy times

peace and love

in an imaginary world

the sun is shining outside -

the light is dancing outside

a sparkle in his eye

bluebirds dart around

a golden field of flowers

i used to like poetry -

i used to like rhyming

rhyming is a game

poetry is art

so don't wrap words with pretty patterns

nothing meaningful is added

say what you mean,