The Pointless Book

Mirage

It was almost like a circus
Shining deceptively like a trick

The bright festival lanterns
The accessories on the flowing petticoats
The long lines of people

It's a wicked transformation
A sudden flash
Shedding your heart, a pain that is scooped out and laid bare to the world

While being struck by the light, I drown in it
I dream of those fingertips, shimmering like a mirage

Once the path opens, I move forward
Through the light, through the pain
So that I will not be left behind