Majik Attik

Where Forgotten Things Go To Be Found

Gatekeeper

I harbor your secrets.

I understand your greatest fear.

I am intrigued by the vulnerability of those I hold most dear.

The strong smell of pine trees that bring a sudden feeling of sadness,

the melody of a minor key that invites a macabre madness into your mind;

these are the moments that peak my interest.

The fleeting bits of humanity

that slip through the cracks of society

are the reality and beauty

of who a person truly is.