Even Buddha gets Cold Feet
Project Magic Part VI
Project: Magic
I’ve realised that when I feel heartbreak that I tend to describe it as losing that feeling of magic.Magic being blurry lights and new music.Magic being cold cups of coffee and unmade beds.Magic being rainfall and kissing.
This was not always the case.Magic used to be faeries and goblins. Unexplored garden forests and treetops. This was the magic I knew before I got older and boys and love changed my description of magic. So I embarked on a project to search for the magic that I used to know that was not reliant on anyone else other than my brilliant imagination.
I climbed into the bushes in my garden to find little forests and hideaways that used to occupy me for hours,in a bid to feel the magic of my childhood.
This is the beginning of a quest to capture new feelings of magic,that can’t be taken away by anyone else.This is Project Magic
take me there.It looks like the magic I was feeling until monday night.
(via thisismylifebitches)
"I keep exhaling extra hard in hopes of breathing out this sadness caught in my lungs,and inhaling extra hard in hopes that it will fill this hole in my stomach."
"I guess I lost my appetite because nothing tastes like you"
I had such vivid dreams of you like you were and old memory,even though you were fast asleep right next to me.
