I stopped taking pictures
They seem to jinx the moment
Like if there is a moment The moment is doomed to be the last
Even a simple photo of me...makes it doomed to be tossed away.
I think I’ve learned an important lesson
Similar to many indigenous beliefs
That pictures steal the soul
In my case, not the soul but the flame
Most I just keep in my head, in my heart
That is enough for me
Strange lesson to learn, share less
Tuck away more, keep your magic hidden away until the right time
For magic isn’t for everyone
And either am
And that is the trouble with magic
But That is alright with me !
