what gift could be more perfect than

I hope you find what you’re looking for

Time is the maker of all meaning: The cause of all endings and beginnings. Time is what gives birth to the meaning of anything. The beginning, middle, and end are all within its mighty hands, waiting for it to show us the way. The end is just a new beginning. There is no end. But if there was one, I would know that it was because everything came full circle. It was my beginning, my middle, and my end; the beginning, middle, and end of magic.

And my whole world is shaken up and turned around, like the dials on some mystic puzzle box that I’ve finally found a key to open. I never thought I could be so close to something so marvelous yet still be so far away from it simultaneously. I may be hidden so deep in the way back of the crowds, but I can still be heard on the highest tower with my voice loud and clear, shouting how much I love this magic you’ve shown me. An infinite number of loops in my favorite video game, an infinite number of pages in a book that I’m never going to finish reading — these are the things that really get my blood pumping. The only magic I believe in is the magic inside me, but I know it’s insignificant compared to yours and still so important to me. The power of poetry is that it takes the ordinary and turns it into something extraordinary. There’s no way to explain it with words — the only way I know how is to show you my art, and if you can’t see it, then I will turn this page into a perfect circle and wait here forever.