The pain

I want to feel safe inside my skin.
but these days are like nights
and these wrongs feel polite
and the driest tongue on a sharpened cheek
is like lifting weights because it helps me sleep.

I want to feel whole
and I want to go home
and I want to know the difference
between right and mistakes.
I want to know the difference between
right and mistakes.

I want to feel safe inside my skin.
like a habit relaxes the stresses within.
Miles of thoughts laid out in a mind
so sleeping is substitute for counting the time.
Recessions of days pan out like a play
like a movie with nothing brilliant to say.

I want to feel whole
and I want to go home
and I want to know the difference
between right and mistakes.

There've been pictures long before
cameras and pin ups went to men at war.
There have been pictures in the midnight sky
as constellations and artists begin to collide.

I want to feel whole.

The Magic Moment

Paulo Coelho

We have to take risks. We can only truly understand the miracle of life when we let the unexpected manifest itself.
Every day – together with the sun – God gives us a moment in which it is possible to change everything that makes us unhappy. Every day we try to pretend that we don’t realize that moment, that it doesn’t exist, that today is just the same as yesterday and will be the same as tomorrow. But if you pay attention, you can discover the magic instant.
It may be hiding at the moment when we put the key in the door in the morning, in the silence right after dinner, in the thousand and one things that all seem the same to us. This moment exists – a moment when all the strength of the stars passes through us and lets us work miracles.
Happiness is at times a blessing – but usually it’s a conquest. The magic instant helps us to change, drives us forward to seek our dreams. We shall suffer and go through quite a few difficult moments and face many a disappointment – but this is all transitory and inevitable, and eventually we shall feel proud of the marks left behind by the obstacles. In the future we will be able to look back with pride and faith.
Poor are those who are afraid of running risks. Because maybe they are never disappointed, never disillusioned, never suffer like those who have a dream to pursue. But when they look back – for we always look back – they will hear their heart saying: “What did you do with the miracles that God sowed for your days? What did you do with the talent that your Master entrusted to you? You buried it deep in a grave because you were afraid to lose it. So this is your inheritance: the certainty that you have wasted your life.”
Poor are those who hear these words. For then they will believe in miracles, but the magic instants of life will have already passed.