And then one day it all goes black. All the stories you’ve held in your chest are released to fly into the night. It’s like waking up from a long sleep, but instead of morning grog, you are met with stunning clarity.
On the flip, if this crazy, magical world that sometimes smells like lavender and always spins is not only real, but points to something even more real than itself, cut me off a slice of that. I want in.