Oh how I wish,
I could visit a magical realm.
A world full of fairies and centaurs,
monsters and mermaids.
Oh, how amazing it would be,
to fly on a hippogriff in a world of unknowns.
Experience firsthand the joys of old.
Make friends with a satyr,
and save the world, or maybe even just say hello!
Oh, sometimes I dream,
that I could’ve met the faun;
or be the one to travel to
another world in a closet.
Oh, once in a while,
I dream that I followed a rabbit,
and that he took me to a world of make-believe.
A place full of caterpillars and talking flowers,
even maybe cookies.
Oh, I think about,
home and the peace it brings me;
reminding me of a place called the Shire..
These stories are full of elves and hobbits,
sometimes even dragons.
And hey, these aren’t my stories,
and that’s okay.
But I will continue to be the little girl
who dreams that that they are.
Because if we’re being honest with ourselves,
I’m not the only one who dreams of the unknown.
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“oh how i wish, i could visit a magical realm” — honestly, same. this whole piece reads like the inside of a kid’s head in the best way. fairies, centaurs, hippogriffs, all of it.
my nephew is wired the same way, except he’s not content just imagining anymore, he wants to see the stuff. last week he turned a single photo into a little clip of himself winning a champions league final with a last-second volley, made with an AI video generator, and then rewatched it like twenty times. not quite riding a hippogriff, but watching the thing in your head actually play out on screen? pretty close. that line about experiencing firsthand the joys of old is the whole deal, isn’t it. the dreaming is where it starts.