Life isn’t a fairy tale.
It just doesn’t work like that.
Our endings are what we make of it.
We can be happy if we choose to.
My whole body is aching.
Literally.
Guess it’s mourning for my broken heart.
I can’t be a magician.
I don’t have magic tricks to show.
But what I can be is someone that’s real. And loving.
I dunno.
I just don’t run races like that.
I don’t have magic.
I have passion.
