Witchcraft

I don't know, honestly.

They say that there is more to this world than what we see

Beyond the fields of grass,

Far beyond the sky and sea

Even past the stars themselves

There lies a world of impossibles.

Where reality is a fable

And dreams become our reality.

Life is found in the smallest of creations

Death is a fabricated illusion of our own design.

A pathway is carved from our souls

Our smothered dreams, 

Distant stories from timelines here and past,

Passion from the brightest flame.

When we make it to this place

We ask ourselves all the questions we were never able to ask before.

No one would listen to our cries for release.

Trapped in a realm where we felt nothing.

No magic. 

No feeling of belonging. 

Abandoned. 

Even now, I feel my cries for release being held back.

To be gone from this realm into one I truly desire.

If only I could truly be where my soul wishes to be.

Maybe then, my deepest emotions can rest.