I believe in magic.
Not the kind of i-can-guess your card-magic, nor the soon-you-will-find-love-magic...
but the kind of magic you get when you know you just hovered over your lumpy mattress because that piece of hair just moved and you got a chill from the breeze of falling.
Or the kind of magic you feel when you find a long-lost trinket, one you know was lost at a party and never to be found again.
This kind of magic happens when you sleep outside and listen to nature sounds, and see thousands of stars even though you are in one of the largest cities in the state.
This magic sparkles and you can hear it crackle if you use your ears correctly
like distant fireworks
it's electric, it shows through the lucky ones' eyes.
It's beautiful and unique and true,
and you may not realize you've even seen magic until years after it happened.
Magic is tricky that way.
Yes, I believe in this kind of magic.