And she lay there carefree, knowing she was being protected by the best.
She lives in her own fairytale.
An explosion of thoughts. Sorting of feelings.
Take me back to my happy place.
Only books gave her such comfort and love.
If you were to ask me, "Do you still believe in magic?"
"Yes, I do. Of course I do."
And I reached that trance where everything else ceased to matter.
Gotta leave behind all the things that hold me down.
Never let go of your curiosity.
There is a certain happiness in letting go too.
And she ran away to the place her heart belonged.
And she rose from her own ashes, like a Phoenix.
We only see what we want to see.
