Oh what a goddess she was.
Feeling one with nature deeply.
Howling like a wolf to the moon at night.
Creating  flower crowns in the early morning dew.
Sending a message to everyone she passed.
Making sure that everybody knew.

Look at me I said.
You don’t have to feel lost.
We are still standing on both of our feet. Still walking towards what we think is best. Still searching for a path that fits our needs. Still having the strength to move on.
And where there is movement, there is no such thing as being truly lost.
We are moving.
We are not lost.

It is suicide what we are doing.
Abusing magic like this.
Entering another world, another place, leaving everything that is real behind. Thinking it will last forever.
Being who we want to be and not being who we are told to be feels just too good.
But everything that feels too good can be dangerous.
And magic, magic always comes with a price.

I became the type of person I once feared. I began to notice that I saw the same type dripping off of faces everywhere around me.
I wasn’t scared anymore.
I felt the recognition as I became familiar with it and there was some kind of comfort in this familiarity.
Cause we are all becoming this type.
Aren’t we?
But we will stand together.
Our hidden unity of a shattered youth.