Tonight, despite tradition and desire, the veil between worlds feels heavy and leaden. I wish it were light and malleable. I wish that, for me, it would bend and shiver under my exploring hands… But instead, I find a wall the blocks me from going to where I want to.
Tonight my own magic leaves me as depression sweeps in and steals from me what I feel I need to have hold of. Why tonight of all nights must my mental illness drag me away from the main point of excitement just minutes before it occurs.
Depression, and magic
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