it was 6:21.

the thing about magic is you never know you have it till you can’t breathe and there is magic in your heart, a forest on your shoulders – what’s latin for i am afraid and what’s the truth fori want to learn to be strong? the thing about magic is it was meant for lovers and warriors and secret cities and shimmering woods – you are just a boy with blue, purple, black down your spine and tragic smiles and a tragic heart and maybe maybe magic was meant for you see, the thing about magic is it was meant for more than a broken heart in a sleepless town and you are meant for more than a broken heart in this town – if you want magic done you ask a magician pull out your tarot cards; it’s time to leave an impression