Magic

I’ve spent my whole life feeling like there was always more to the story.

Something beneath the surface.

More than meets the eye.

But I was told—over and over—

that magic isn’t real.

Yet as a child, it was the most real thing I knew.

Life tried to beat this out of me.

But that feeling never left.

Through all the years, through everything I have lived—

I have found my way back.

And now, I know.

It is real.

It always was.

It surrounds me.

It is us.

The seen and the unseen.

The world within and without.

We have been living side by side all along.

For years, I was dormant.

That power—shut off.

Buried beneath dust and cobwebs.

But now, it has broken through.

Undeniable. Unmistakable.

I can never be convinced otherwise.

I have seen too much.

And everything—

is not as it seems.