I saw these words written on twitter. Is it? Is the future really magic? It’s quiet here right now. I’m listening to music on headphones. Ever word I type feels as if I were playing the emotive piano being pumped in my ears. Everyone is asleep. It’s my favorite time of day. One a.m.
Last night, I bade one a.m. farewell and promised I would be around again. Right now, right here, with how I choose to perceive the world, the future is magic. What makes it magic? I don’t mean forced magic; the stuff we use to coat a bad day. Or maybe that’s how you make your magic.
So, how do you make your future magic? Answer this when you’re in the right mood. It struck me tonight.