#covendreams

When I was a kid, I used to secretly watch The Craft—you know, that 90s witch movie that makes you feel like magic could be real if you wanted it bad enough. Back then, I didn’t even realize I was already feeling things... energies, shifts, intuition. I just thought I was weird. I didn’t know there was a name for it. I didn’t know other people could feel that too.

I've always dreamed of having a coven. Like, genuinely. A small group of people who just get it. People I could do rituals with, manifest with, charge our crystals under the full moon, talk about our dreams and signs and energies without judgment or second-guessing myself. People who feel like magic in human form.

But where I live, witchcraft isn’t really a thing. It’s mostly people just going about their lives, being… well, “normal.” You know? Normies. And I’m not saying that in a bad way—it’s just, I haven’t found anyone who shares the same pull toward the metaphysical, the unknown, the energy around us.

Sometimes I walk past strangers and I feel them. Not in a creepy way. Just… there’s this flicker of recognition in my chest, like they know too. Like we’re on the same frequency. And yet, nothing happens. No words exchanged. Just energy. And I get this gut feeling that maybe it’s just not time yet. Maybe we’re not meant to cross paths now. But I feel like those people? They’re my people.

I yearn for a coven. A real one. A chosen family of the spiritually sensitive. The in-betweeners. The people who feel too much and say too little because the world doesn’t always understand us.

Today, it hit me again. In college, I laugh and I talk and I blend in. But deep down, it’s like I’m acting. Like I’m performing “normal.” And I know that’s part of adulthood—fitting in, being functional. But there’s a difference between being functional and feeling like you belong. And lately, I’ve been feeling the weight of not belonging. Not truly. Not soul-deep.

Sometimes I stare into space and just wish—wish there was someone beside me who’d look at the same moon and feel the same kind of magic. Someone who’d say, “Hey, let’s light a candle and talk to the universe tonight.”

I believe they’re out there. Somewhere. Maybe reading this post. Maybe walking past me again tomorrow.

If you're out there… I see you. I feel you. And I hope we find each other soon.