in the wanders of aging, people, tend to bury deep their most childlike nature. outgrowing them. imagine no longer takes place within the universe of this world inside our brain. lava floor? whatever is that. playing pretend? never heard of it. but truly those are the most rewarding parts of being a child. imagination. the ability to escape this cruel and painful reality that the society has constructed. it is our safe place. a serene place. that just ourselves understand why what where how when? but all that's gone once we undergo the steps towards maturity.
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Everyday Enchantment
AcakEndless thoughts about the view of Earth through a magical perspective
