Don't you just hate it when you get these sudden outbursts of wild rushing passion which grip you by the heart and keep twisting until they've dried it up leaving a shriveled up prune-like object, a sad remnant of something which used to beat so vibrantly...? Yeah that's the kind of flair I'm talking about... It's the flair I'm so bittersweetly infected with.

Why does J.K. Rowling have to introduce a world so delicious it tingles all of your senses at once, making your hair stand on edge? Why does she have to show us something we so desperately want, and want to believe in for that matter, only to remind us of the boring three-dimensional world we live in? Three dimensions are never enough.

I am bored with what this world can offer me. It has stopped fulfilling a hunger inside me when I realized there are laws which cannot be bent or broken, laws which no one has officially stated but have been forever present and omnipresent. I had once satisfied myself with what I can achieve with feelings, but that is not enough anymore. I want to exceed that, going into what's material, not what I can manipulate on the inside. I want power. I want to live in one of J.K.'s stories no matter how much of a measly part I'd get. I just want to feel the power. I want to be a part of it, to take it in fully, and manipulate it to the fullest extent. Ahhh... dreams...

Blablabla,
Lynn