When I met you
it was like being
five years old again and seeing
the castle at disneyland
and knowing with
every fiber of your tiny being
that magic is real.
Yet time and reality knocked the wind
out of me and there
were no logical explanations for magic
and then you moved towards me
like you had wings
like a fairy godmother
and I believed in faerie gardens
and wishing on stars again.
Thanks for reading! I wrote this poem a few years back when I met one of my favorite humans, Bryce Dallas Howard, at Disneyland if all places. The most magical memory.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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