A Simple Magic

Realistic fiction makes life feel more sensual

In the most basic sense of the word.

It is a peek into the most private parts of someone else’s life.

It is invading the diary of someone you’ve never met,

But now feel so close to.

You enter so profoundly into the thoughts of someone else,

That you start to become them.

You are noticing things. Just noticing.

Somehow knowing someone else’s normal,

Makes you put great cinematic care into your own normal.

Makes you draw out what is short and shorten what is drawn out,

As if every moment of your life were a closeup.

Your mindset is altered.

You are romances by the world. 

In contemplation and fascination,

You latch onto the simplest things:

Picking up a hair brush, striking a match, stepping into the shower.

Turning the keys in your car, zipping up your bag,

And taking your clothes off at night.

Blinking while you breathe, swallowing as you sit,

Feeling your skin touch your skin,

As your hands rest on your knees.

Your lips touching together,

As you calmly silence words you were about to say,

But don’t feel the need to.

Feeling natural and whole,

As you notice your heart beat steady in your chest.

You are a stranger from another planet.

You are a mind living someone else’s life,

In a body of your own.

But you are understood.

You inspect how you live.

Not the big choices. The small choices.

You are hyper observant, 

Indoctrinated with a new perspective.

Your senses are animal.

You can see so plainly,

Touch so palpably,

Hear so precisely, 

Think so intricately,

Speak so smoothly.

Inhale so completely.

You realize the newness you are discovering is familiar.

And that instills in you a sense of normality that you feel like

You’ve never had a chance at before.

Seeing into someone else’s life.

It makes complex things feel simple and plain,

But magnifies every touch, and glance,

And glimmer, and expression.

It creates a world where every small thing feels beautified,

Celestial, amongst the crushing gloom of what is big.

What is beautiful is how plainly normal life appears to be.

You realize how okay it is to wrap your arms

Around life’s small moments,

To cherish all of your breaths,

And to relinquish your rapid mind.

You remember that you are alive,

And you are capable,

And you can be as normal and heroic,

As pensive, and internalized,

As bright and interesting,

As that person in the book.

Normal feels extraordinary.

And extraordinary feels normal.

Because life happens to everyone,

And you are just a part of it.

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