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Sep 24, 2010:don't be enchanted. be the enchantment..



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Dear diary,, Fri-dayy*24o91o* .


SecernSeptember.
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o726hrs:
did the laundry..
morning breeze giving this stale atmosphere..
how can something so refreshing be so stale?

& i thought to myself..
as the sweet fragrance of fabric softener filled the air..
this is how it ought to be..
as time goes by..
you would gradually see less & less of me.
& sooner or later..
i will cease to exist.

no longer in any of the pages of the book.
the atmosphere will be so unbelievable
that all the memories you have of me
will seem like a fairytale..
my artificial farytale.


just like magic..
like being spell bound
sitting across compulsion.
but yet the exact opposite that it's almost equivalent.


like a reflection in the mirror.
beyond the looking glass..


& the limelight on the empty stage.
& what's left but hallow man..
a feminine tux with no occupant.
an outfit on display with no mannequin.
& no spine to hold it up.

| the amazement | the enchanment |

to which withholds the audience..
nothing but dangling jaws of curiousity..

all they could do was stand..
a clap or two.
not long after...

a standing ovation.
nothing but a distant memory of what had been..
| the LadyMannequin. |
her mask..
filled with magic.

realizing her full potential..
to the disappearing act.
truly a marvelous performance..
once displayed never to be encored again.

no bows.. no curtseys..
funny how a spellbinder gets respected for not showing respect.

well..?
upon reading these words..
should the colour of your world..
of your dimension with her resistance be
gradually seeping away..

then somewhere out there..
to her magic box stowed away..
by the corner backstage..
will she, who disappeared..
feel contented & satisfied.

for she has had experienced nothing less..
but the satisfaction of success.
& a splendid knowing..

that she pulled the strings on the performance.
the ribbons to the closing velvety burgundy red curtains..


'We do not need magic to transform our world.
We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already.'
It is important to remember that we all have magic inside us.
'It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.'

-J. K. Rowling





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