There are days where my soul hungers for something more. Not like the afterlife or God, but here. It sounds childish, but I wish magic was real. I wish creatures other than humans walked the Earth with us.

I wish impossible would be possible. I wish we could experience more. I wish we could fix our current problems as a species. I wish people feeling trapped in their bodies could change that on a whim. I wish abuse victims could strike back in a subtle way. I wish we had all the energy we needed from a magical source and never needed to hurt the planet again. But it’s beyond that. I wiah I could pull some quality pranks on people with some shapeshifting. I would like to meet the fae in the park. I wish I could fly or use telekinesis. I would love to taste the fruit of unearthly kingdoms. But it’s even beyond that. I wish I knew the terror of unholy, reality-defying beast chasing me. I wish to enter a cursed forest. I want to feel more. I crave this madness, this glory, this horror.

I’m a rational, agnostic skeptic on an everyday basis, but I feel insane sometimes. There has to be something more. I’m not a conspiracy theorist, but I sometimes browse those videos. “The end times are near”, “the veil is lifting”, “CERN is going to open the portal” and I hope in my heart of hearts it’s true. That one day, the Veil will come apart and the world will change forever. I don’t dream of a paradise, I only dream of dream itself, equal parts delightful and horrific – but how large would those parts be!