Self as magician

We draw our lives with the magic of our subconscious, painting strokes of genius, dancing to reflections of happiness where we can. Alleycats , gypsies in the night, away from a colourless self, scared of being locked in a frame. How will you celebrate your small victories, the little moments your genie heats up a self.How do you become a self less fractured by fragments of glass people, you put on a pedastal. You must continue to dance where you can, to bathe yourself in the wonder of life, exploring the narratives that come your way.

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