April 30 at 3:47am
Rollercoaster rides, I begin to wonder when the novelty of it wears off completely. Not the euphoric sort but the Armageddon kind.
I’m seeing things through a looking glass.
Alice and her mad hatter’s tea party.
Maybe what I should do is blend into this madness called unreality. Surreal paradoxs today.
And so the rabbit breaks the word and burrows back into the hole.
Welcome me back. Or hole it up.
Signed, the drama queen named fantasy.
P.S Send on the unicorn please.