My longing for something else, beyond, into magic and dreams and the things everyone else seemed to leave behind as children. For something I knew I could never truly find.
It’s the wanting that brought me here, to her. To another soul as empty as mine, and yet not empty at all, because it’s so full of everything i thought only I ever felt. Her soul against mine feels like music, like a heartbeat, like magic.
Like beauty.
-Hunted, Megan Spooner













