Magic was taught to me by a professor, but not one of a world differing from ours. A professor whom kindly shared a world much better than the one we're in, that he's created with nothing but his own mind. He brought to everyone who chose to believe his words, a shelter. Somewhere much better than the world we live in.
Tolkien made me believe in magic. But, a magic so much more special than the palpable one. It carries in its essence the purity of emotion. A magic that should exist but doesn't, because of the poor nature of humans. It's almost impossible to find these days and I live and breathe for it.
There's not a single part of Tolkien's stories that lacks reality. I have poured them into my life since I was a child, and they run in my blood and enrich my life in ways some, unfortunately, can't imagine.
Reality cannot suppress my world because I surround myself with words and let myself get lost in them.
Today's rating: 3.8
Listening to: I'll Be Back- Julia Nunes
Currently reading: The Silmarillion- JRR Tolkien
Mostly Played iTunes Song: Anxious and Worrying- Defiance Ohio
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