believe in magic

cricket and frog song, the smell of rain in the dark, fireflies at dusk, dew-sweet grass under my bare feet, intoxicating honeysuckle, fog draped hills at sunrise, fresh mouth cooling melon, sprinkler sprayed giggles, my baby’s soft sunkissed skin and my bare moonlit flesh

sometimes i think we dream because our soul is trying to remind us that we need to believe in magic (in my last post i just said i was a realist maybe i should edit it to a jaded dreamer) last night i dreamed i was trying to walk down my driveway and at one point there is a creek that flows right next to it, when the rain is hard it tends to flow over and run down the driveway. in my dream though it became a fantastic vertical barrier between me and my way. there was a school of brightly colored goldfish with the most magnificent long flowing tails, multicolored frogs and a black and red jellyfish. and i wasn’t even sad that i could not pass it, i was just simply amazed at the beauty before me. why can’t anything in this world stop my like that?

don’t you remember being a child, and knowing, not thinking, knowing anything was possible? and it was. then life and the weight of the world tells you you’re wrong. that you’re stuck. so jaded. i miss that magical feeling, i want it back. but how do you find something that was stolen from you?