Wonderland. A world full of fantasy and imagination.
But what is it to me?
Is it a world to which I can escape everyday realities
or is it a place where I can let my dreams roam free?
Perhaps it is something more entirely.
Wonderland. The very sound of the word brings tears to my eyes
A longing, a pining, too intense to bear
How is it that with all my own dreams and oddities, they will not take me there?
Why Alice and not me?
Has she something more? A purity, an innocence, that I tell myself I have, that I know cannot be?
Wonderland. A place where childhood reigns eternal.
Where Hatters have tea with Rabbits
Where the Queen demands Red Roses
And, of course, promptness; The most important element the hand on the clock imposes.
Wonderland. A place so real yet so impossible.
The path lies within all of us, yet few can find the key.
If I could find it and open the door, where would it take me?
Be it nightmare, or dream? Perhaps that question is irrelevant, for in Wonderland, nothing is as it seems.
Wonderland. My subconscious home.
I arrived an empty broken girl, but these new friends have made me whole.
Mad Hatter and White rabbit, my tears they've dried, my fears they have helped me overcome.
Wonderland, has left its mark on me, a shining tourniquet on my twisted soul.
This is why I invite every girl, to follow me down the Rabbit Hole.