Moonlit Musings From An Everyday Hellhound

When I go, I will wreck you and all those surrounding you, a black plague of unrequited love. Fevers of passion will seep deep down into the bones and blood, sweat and tears shall pour from my pores.  Shallow breaths from asthma attacks when words fail you, when actions aren't enough and there is no remedy in sight. No, the pulse quickening in your chest means nothing, because you're the only one that feels -- a ghost of what could've been haunts your mind and makes you wish and dream of things unknown.  

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.

  these ferris wheel dreams will take on the world, one by one, day by day, looking out upon the world in monotone hues. she dreams in colours only meant for those who believe in magic, with the innocence of children, with hopes of something more.