Sunday, January 4, 2015


On Friday,
I went to a concert
where everyone sat on the floor
and snuggled up with blankets
under a canopy of draped fabric
and Chinese lanterns
and dreamy, quiet music.

It felt like
I was inside
a magic lamp.

So naturally,
I asked myself
what it is
that makes something feel magical.

That night,
some of the magic
came from
twinkling white lights
and from
soft voices
that growl lowly from
the back of the throat.

But what I ultimately decided
is that
really, really liking something
is the only thing
you need
to create magic.

Whenever I really, really like something,
there's a soft golden glitter
around my heart
when I think about it.


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