Magic

I wanna hold magic in my hands.

I wanna fly away from all this and forget everyone and everything...and live in a world where I can breathe nothing but the clear, blue, sky.

Have you ever felt that? That feeling of longing...for all the things in your head to be as real as everything in front of you this very second....

Sometimes, I can feel it inside me, almost in my stomach, or in my heart.

I can sit there and daydream for hours while listening to beautiful music....but when I'm forced to come back to reality, It's one of the most terrible feelings.

Who says I have to stay in this reality? Who says that I can't keep my head in the clouds?

Who says I have to grow up? Why can't I stay this way forever?

Just believing in magic so much that I can almost touch it with my eager fingertips...

Yes. I think that's who I am, and always will be....and once I let go of the magic that I'm holding on so tightly to...that's when my life will start to end.

xoxo