I had this jar once. It was filled with precious specks from a place I don’t know or can’t remember… These brilliant glittery particles… some might call them stars… had a softness and sweetness to them, like no other. It was a special jar. It was an extraordinary jar! I saw what most could not see. There was magic inside. The glass contained it well… I loved seeing the wonder of it. I loved the way it sparkled in darkness, and eclipsed in lightness… I loved the easy flow, though there was nothing easy about it… I knew I couldn’t have it forever. I knew I wouldn’t always see it the same way. Though, I didn’t understand the real implication of what it could be, I held on to it with pride, for it was mine… Until… The days of real trails and tribulation thundered in… And wild events of epic proportions tested its strength. Too much was spoken…or perhaps too little… Too much was denied… or perhaps too little… No type of magic can withstand such apocalypse… And so the story of the jar is a sad one, for it sits emptied and quite average and ordinary, now. Somewhere on a dusty shelf… dull and meaningless. Just an empty jar… Nothing special about that. Nothing there to marvel at… A sad ending, indeed… of a jar that once was…loved so much.
Yours Truly,
-When He Took the Magic Out.