I told my mother that if I vanished suddenly not to come looking for me.
Alright, well it's not as drastic as it sounds. I said this because if I got the chance to leave for another world... I was gone. I would go and I would never come back. A handsome stranger to come scoop me away in a blue box, or a portal into the fae realm at the back of a hidden cave behind a waterfall. (I always check.) I would step through and never look back. The colours would be brighter, the tastes sweeter. Wind through the trees would sing like a melody and I would be at home. I would finally... be at home.
My heart would ache less for my wasted potential. I could shed my worldly cares and take new ones. I could leave my name behind if I wanted, and venture into the unknown.
When I talk about this, people tell me I should just travel. It's not the same though. It could never be the same. This earth is still this earth with these humans, these problems.
I packed my bags. I left my phone at home. I packed my ukulele, and a few odds and ends, and set off. Travel's not what I was after, exactly, but it's a good start. Maybe... maybe while I'm out here I'll find what I'm looking for.
Maybe one night, I'll look up from where I'm resting under a tree, to watch the sky's glimmering dusk, and a figure would appear. Not quite all-there, at first, but as he approaches, he coalesces; his form now clear and solid. His eyes are like a galaxy in the furthest reaches of space, and when he looks upon me I feel fear and hope all at once. Without a word, he extends his hand, and I would take it, knowing.
But until then I will travel, searching for the magic in this world alone.
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