magic.
bleeding from my fingers
my brain
my soul
my being bleeds magic
into the keyboard
fantasy worlds coming to life
in the form of pixels and symbols.
the mood is set
fairy lights on
glitter lamp shaken up
warm in my dreamspace.
mentally, I am on forgotten islands
in glimmering palaces
on skyships of pirates
and dragons of flame.
some people would call it
"finding an escape."
I like to call it
"finding my home."
YOU ARE READING
✧ city lights and fireflies ✧
Poetrybecause sleep always seems to evade the broken.
