Becoming WICCA

The truth is about to get me... facing a destiny that I didn't choose. Should I give in? Should I step back?
Pretending is no longer a option, it breathes in me, it walks along with me... what can I do!

Being able to see when everyone is blind, not a blessing, not a game. One day, I wished i was special, meaningful, but this is no answer to my sweet and innocent wish.
Blessing or Curse?!
I'm a wicca, loving nature as a being... as a living soul that guides my every move... as parent, that protects my falls... like a lover, that caresses my skin and makes me vibrate... loving it, needing it, breathing it!
I'm a wicca, but I'm afraid. Can I see the end, can I taste the bitter destiny of my friends, parents, loved ones? What to say, what to do???
Never been so lost and so aware of things...

Be carefull with what you wish for, you might get it...