Chelsea in Wonderland

I believe in magic. I genuinely do. Or atleast I yearn to believe in it. I get so wrapped up in stories about the impossible happening and little secrets that the rest of the world over look. My imagination has no limits, which kind of makes it hard return to reality after an amazing day dream. I want so badly for a fairytale to happen to me that I can’t help but believe that there’s some sort of mystical realism (how’s that for a paradox) that exists. Maybe I’m näive, maybe I’m not. Who really knows. I’ll probably end up being the insane old woman who wears her hair at her knees and makes potions from her spice garden. But I’ll definitely have the best stories to tell my grandchildren ;)

Until next time, xo