magic is what happens when the sun rises the world’s nature works together beings live in harmony and i will never experience it. i’ll never experience magic because nature is written in numbers because i’m destined to find complex algorithms in the wind. i count the blades of grass that surround me so they can’t conquer me i search for stability in an animal’s cry obsessing nature offers no full relaxation. the ocean is filled with my love and mistakes my mother is in the forest and the trees speak to me. they inform me of my power the world gives me the power to transcend that of god all i have to do is search for the right numbers