when i’m lost and unraveling; when i’m off my track and i float; when i need true north and some grounding; i call the magical child - the essential, angelic, innocent, magical child.
i make all that i believe in dreams so real. i set myself free.
i can’t fake the daytime, i found an entrance to escape into the dark. i’ve got false lights for the sun - it’s an artificial nocturne.
