Sketch # 7 – Let the magic begin


Still unsure which pain is worse — the shock of what happened or the pain of what never will…

When I carry your heart

I carry the weight of what can’t be explained

I hereby break the rules

And leave myself unchained

Walking in a tunnel meant to be dark

To my surprise it’s glowing with sparks

Sparks of life not meant to be here

Less to be held with joy, doesnt feel far but never felt near

I live in this world I don’t belong to without a doubt

But that’s the world I can’t live without..