small talk, small places

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.

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