Chasing Alice



Her hearts lost
down the rabbit hole,
searching for something
concrete.
Love?
What is love,
but a figment of
the imagination,
a lie told to us
as children,
giving us a small sense
of false hope.
Perfection?
It's like the lost city
of Atlantis,
buried deep underground
where only a few explorers
will ever find it,
they know the beauty
in which they seek.
Chasing Alice
has never been
so much fun,
darting this way
(and that way)
only to find
the rabbit hole
has become
Home.

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