From the moment I met you, I was fascinated in chasing you down the rabbit hole. You offered me something I felt nobody else could give and I ran head first into the trip with a smile. You enticed me with drugs and my reality became a twisted, sensual and beautiful mess. Every waking moment that passed was one of intensity and I felt like in your arms I was safe and invincible.
Your touch, kiss and smell lingered long after your presence had withdrawn and the comedown of hitting the cold, rock floor at the end of the hole was a shock to my system. I felt abandoned and abused, my body crying out for just one more quick fix to ebb the pain.
Following a trail of breadcrumbs I was lead to the darkest hall I should ever face, one of judgement and tribulation. I learnt to stand on my own two feet and of new quick fixes to pass the time, but they were nothing compared to the sweet taste of lust you prescribed. It was then I realised what you lack, upon also realising that everyone is mad in Wonderland, not just I. You lacked the pure simplicity I grew to adore. My body became numb to your touch and developed a fondness for another’s embrace; never again I vowed to fall into the void of madness.
6 comments:
that was really good. i love how you incorporated alice in wonderland into it
love your interpretation of alice!
Hi, now following you. Drop by mine and if you have a dream I will interpret it for you.
I likey likey. You captured a feeling well, (and it's a bit on the surrealy side which is always good).
My only critisism is that your foint is tiny (or my display settings are screwed!).
really enjoyed reading some of your posts, and OMG you've got to choose a bigger font
"The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same and still retain the ability to function...One should, for example, see that things are hopeless yet be determined to make them otherwise." ---F. Scott Fitzgerald
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