You are made of made of majik.

When I was a small child my mother told me to 'make a list of desires'. I was always making such 'lists'.

I rarely made lists of undesirable things as I had them internally jotted down.
When I realized that my thoughts that became words; became reality, things changed.

One night as a child I composed a secret 'list of desires' I that kept hidden, a list of secret desires was a detailed list of personality traits, physical traits as well as material objects I was fond of. As I had grown I found this list to be pretty dead on accurate to my reality, word for word.

Once I stopped making a list of the things I was after, I realized I had become the product of my desires and thoughts once messy words scribbled.  I have recently rediscovered a list that was secretly tucked away. The familiar scribbles and random thoughts, words that to this day support  my desires. I have discovered that there are others like myself that create the reality that has become them, I have created another like myself; through words and I will find them.

Paper is my cauldron as pen has become my wand.