The Spell

I miss that spell. The one I fell into.
Not here, not now, not then.

My fairy “reality” broke the spell back there...

Now I stand and stick to here.
And I miss that spell.

Because there was water in that spell.
Because there was light in that spell.
Because there were emotions and care and love in that spell.

But most of all, the magical moments make me believe.
THE MAGICAL MOMENTS MAKE ME BELIEVE.

I miss that spell.