Here I go just writting reflecting on the magic of growth.
The world I saw as so ugly has so many windows from other places.
What looks so out of control from a fear I couldn't see was not always what it seemed.
The children or child in me who created a world only some could see. The chaos of confusion or mystery is part of my now just not the now I used to see and be.
How does someone fall so hard that they build a world away in the stars. The children we all want to save from the monsters that keep them as slaves. The battle of us all wanting to be heard and listened to why is it no one cares about our truth?
I showed you a war built from fear and the message still doesnt seem fair. How is this love where is the light?
These aliens prepared for a fight? Creating from words of guides. Fixing your broken vibes for a price. The enemy that wants you to loose is a reflection of you. The windows we look at speaking to the moon praying for the sun wishing on stars that is said to make magical dreams come true. What if the magic is seeing You.