Someone once asked me if I believed in magic.
Well, of course I do, it would be stupid not to believe in yourself, wouldn't it? Not surprisingly I was called a freak.
I know there are lots of people that don't believe in magic. They're stuck in what they call "reality", they judge what's different, they're sacared by things they're not used to see.
That's why we, magical creatures, stay away. We only come out at night, when we're free to be ourselves, when we can be ourselves and not be judged.
Maybe we weren't meant to be in this world. Iknow there's a world apart, for us. A world in which fairies have control, in which dragons are not slaves, wiches aren't tortured, a world in which elves dance and sing around the fire, in which no one runs away from werewolves, in which vapires fly freely in the sky. A world in which stars are what matter the most. A world in which, what in this world are called "regular people" are the villains, the weird ones, the different ones, the feared ones.
That is why we, magical creatures, must stay toguether, to fight against this so called "regular world", to be free to go home again.
This is a calling for all of those who have been called freaks, who have been judged, who have felt weird. This is a calling for dragons, werewolves, vampires, elves, fairies and witches. This is a calling for my family, the magical creatures...
Saturday, September 18, 2004
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