I am one that yearns for the next path.

To spew out the story that is locked inside my head, incubated past its prime and ready to fly into the cosmos.

The lesson to learn.

The love to be felt.

I dream as I float along this life.

Hoping for more.

Hoping for the Magic to be real.

Only to find the severed souls floating from sunrise to sunset.

Waiting in fear for oblivion to consume them.

Praying... Wishing for a magic they too hope for.

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