MAGIC IN REHAB

 

 

I renamed this boy because what you see is not a brindle colour. He is tan. What you see are soooo many scars I lost count. 

Scared and lost he shakes. Quivers and wonders what on earth is going to happen next. What have they done to you? I shudder to see the evidence. 

Magic.. like a magician practises his art you in time will practise peace. Love. And happiness. Taste it. Feel it and in time over and over again little by little you will be free. Like Magic.. waving a wand and it will all be gone. Its over now my love.. its over!   CHARL