forbidden memories of a life i’ve never lived
scattered shards of a love i’ve always known
broken and fragmented are we
broken and fragmented, are we not?
the one, the whole, tattered and torn
but i remember.
i remember what it was like
before one became two.
there is a magic forgotten
stored in the hearts of all
to look inside oneself
is to find the epitome,
the grimoire,
the heart an ancient text.
did you know
that the heart has a numerical value?
it is 1.
did you know that the mind’s is 2?
loving:
the most difficult thing you’ll ever know
yet the easiest thing there is to do.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 