Drafting story (out of order)

Since everyone in this world learnt about otherworld,
town is a scarier place, all the shops are separate
and so are the people, new id became obslete,
only old paper license or birth certificates,
you cant really tell who is otherworld.

I get a feeling sometmes or see a brighter colour
when I meet someone, yet you dont judge then
you form an opinion, opinions can change,

Your stretching-for-the-sky, grey, trying to
become modern & turning shadowy city
still has a little old fashioned town centre
Now has turned to countryside in a blink
cross through train station or building site
the other side could be ancient woodlands,
deer paths, wild boar & snatching bramble.

The sea seem to call you from miles inland,
nearly everyone with their own heart feels.

Even the animals are now hard to tell apart,
who know our language can pretend not to.

Everyone started to think which people
they already know are from otherworld
are slightly eccentric and hippy maybe,
I like their shops full of magical things,
I like the food, clothes, made colourful,
beautiful, yet also, still so comfortable.
I like the people who make good music,
they like writing free wild songs, words
and paint as if born for art, all sing well
and somehow tune in to emotions, here
people work so hard to disgiuise or hide,
sometime not feel, maybe are phsycic,
strange coincidences, same things as you,
or things youv recently seen elsewhere
could almost be imagined...)

One girl I knew, I met when I was small,
she hasn't changed, she's still young when
she used to be older than me & look down
I had to look up at her and I knew her a tree.
She was an elemental child
let her dreams lead her life,
never much cared for reality
ever running to the coast and
diving heart first into the sea.

Otherworld merging