take me to your feelers

This storm is my storm. It is a good one. It is cleansing. Ugh, so free. Why did it take me so long to practice a little magic? Follow fireflies in darkness, pretend they are faeries, bring a totem to memo and release. Some jest: you know we aren't totals with white magic, but we aren't black either...gray? My magic is transparent magic, a mind trick, but we can't stop smiling, so...who with care? We've waited so long for a short moment to call happy. Sure tragic. However trite. Lightning is a freebie.


*we are uncertain antagonism is interesting as an artist anymore*what with sarcasm? but we are sure with cringe of naivety and lie of earnest too*