I touch the universe through the minds of others.
The way people think, how they react, how they move.
The patterns that play out for them in both life and thoughts.
The blinding lights and the swirling shadows.
The facets and intricacies and shapes of life that I could connect to no other way.
My magick not that of only passion, but also that of absorption and detachment.
To both internalize and hold dear each soul that sparks something in me,
while also remaining silent and apart.
In life I am incredibly grounded but my spirit is never as such.
I internalize the world much as we all do, through my own strange mythos and histories.
My mind has always been floating in this sense;
I am guided by intuition or a spark of something that is incomprehensible through mere description.
The abstract light, a black flame.
When I feel drawn to a person it is always intense in that way,
but the intensity is a joy, for it is the recognition of something sacred:
a window through which I can feel the infinite.
This is an expression of divine beauty to me.
I am born of intensity
It is in my nature
This sometimes can confuse
This sometimes brings fear
This sometimes brings connection
It matters not
I love them already, each person I interact and connect with; each beautiful soul that weaves in and out of my life.
However subtle or seemingly insignificant, however brief or casual, they are a part of me.
They live in my memories, my galleria of ghosts.
Their truths influence mine, so they create me as well.