alice

you can not hold water in the palm of your hands.

you can try.

i have.

but it is impossible. you can not hold enough, not enough to survive.

you can not hold love in the palm of your hands.

you can try.

i have.

but it is impossible. you can not hold enough, not enough to survive.

the memories run through my mind.

they like to chase each other, round and round.

they find it amusing.

to me, it is torture.

do you call me alice?

because i am her.

falling, falling down the rabbit hole.

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s