you broke it once, break it again

is it over yet?

not by far. did it ever begin?

it’s just a few centuries old. i must be in the wrong house.

you may be in the wrong country. why didn’t you tell me all those years ago?

I could barely bring myself to speak back then. leave through the bedroom window and climb in through the basement

i couldn’t climb back in. why would you want to return to the wrong house?

it’s the only place in the world where they’ll play my song.

This is…beautiful. Emotional. Those are all the words I can find for it.

Unbreakable actually, to me. Powerful. Moving even. A lot of power in very few words.

I’m not too kind. I mean what I say 90% of the time. Haham. Dreams are definitely unbreakable, unless the dreamer decides to break them.

Salvation, in any way possible. That’s my dream.

I need salvation from myself, I guess. That might be impossible, but who knows. You’re right. It is in my reach. All I have to do is grab it and run.

It feels like I’m not allowed to have it. Not worthy. I’d have to steal it.

That’s probably why I’ve always disliked wizards…