The Golden Dawn

You can find magic in each and every little thing of this Earth. All you need to have, is the vision and will. I found mine in writing. Writing for me has been something that doesn't belong with me but to something much higher and greater. It is like the scent of a shimmering flower that no one ha seen, a scent that once in a while enters my body to make my soul come alive. It is like the scarlet streaks in a golden dawn that make it all the more graceful and signify the power of the great beyond. 

When I write, I am not me. I am not that 21 years old girl that can't stop blabbering, or that naughty self that cracks jokes in every situation or the one that doesn't mind acting stupid. In that instance of time I am something else. My soul is being poured out onto a sheet of paper through my fingers and it is as effortless and natural as playing a piano or dancing to the beats of one's own heart. In that moment, I am the soul. The soul that unites me to the elements of the Universe.

In that moment I am everything and everything is I.