Some people cast on purpose
Some people plan their rituals
My spells are reactionary
As I conjure my narrative explaining why I am occupying this space, this time, this moment.
This is not my home
This is not my sky
My dreams are filled with mountains
As I remember skylines interrupted by the earth beyond this space, this time, this moment.
The quiet stretches for miles
The moon glows alone in the sky
My heart is yearning to change
As I bewitch myself into compliance accepting this space, this time, this moment.
I’d click my heels three times, but I do not know where I’d end up.