Remember when magic was the only thing that mattered? When we all believed in fairy dust and underwater wonder lands? When the flaming balls of gas in the sky were nothing but sparkling stars, and animals would really speak whenever we turned our backs to them?
Our vision was blurred by a sheet of glitter and things, a lens for us to see the world through - distorting reality into a happier, more magical place.
Where did the magic go?
Why did the magic have to disappear?
I think it's like that one song 'Believe' by Josh Groban. How we were all dreamers and believers of magic and then the world just forced us to grow up.
ReplyDeleteIt's a depressing theory.