Wonderland

I spotted you, running among the trees. Your bushy tail. 

Late nights. Fleeting encounters.

Soft to the touch, from the look of it. 

Giggled confessions. Guilty stares.

You were different, smarter than the rest. 

Pedestals. Inquiry. Bright eyes. 

Brief contact, then nothing. You disappeared. 

Stolen kisses. Dirty dishes.

Ruined surprises. Secrets. Wishes.

I was curious. Wanted to know if you were real.

Sunny skies. New faces. 

I peeked. Down the Rabbit Hole.

Coffee silt. Sugar rushes.

Looked too far down, forgot safety. Leaned and...

Rev. 

I fell.

Cruise. Stars. Dew. 

and fell.

Return. Sheets. Warm bodies.

Past floating tables and dusty novels. Psychedelic colors and upside down mirrors.

Calligraphy pens. Italian Ice. Chords. Shopping carts.

falling

Stubble. Hot breath. Soup. Hershey bar eyes.

Smack! The bottom came; all too soon. Unexpected.

Furrowed brows. Reruns.

You were up and running, away, away...

Analyze. Question. Judge. Repeat.

Following, I played your game. Solved your puzzles. 

Instruction. Exposure.

Drank your potions. The goal always in mind. 

Any day now.

I had to find you.

Unfaltering determination.

And now, here we are. I remain in your world.

Meetings conlcuding. Leaves changing.

You entertain alternative priorities. Always late.

Plans. Plans. Plans.

Losing interest, I divert my attentions.

Sorting through ruins. Rebuild.

In a world of Cheshers, Kings, Tweedle Dees and Tweedle Dums

 Waking up. Too. Damn. Late.

Where does a white rabbit that couldn't care less fit in?

Ulterior motives. Sex. Games played. Goals achieved.

Sir, I'm sure our paths will cross. Our fates, entwine.

History lessons. Never ending. 

But, Mr. Rabbit, I have wocky's to face and ADVENTURE to discover. 

Unresearched LEAPS.

Thank you for leading me here. It's a frustrating and marvelous world.

Walls crushed. Muscles flexed.

Nothing makes sense. 

With a flick of your bushy white tail, you scatter.

Typewriter words. Overlapping boxes.

This time, I see the twigs, leaves and smears of mud caked to the white coat.

Discrepancies. Insecurities. Expectations.

Just as stubborn.

Not so curious as to the touch, now.

Too much. Too long.

You place so much importance in punctuality. I truly hope you get there. On time.

Day in. Day out. Goals. Responsibility. Encouraged obligations.

As for me, I will piss off queens and agrue with hooka smoking caterpillars.

Fire born.

But regardless of the path I take,

Half quarter turns. Deep breaths. Steady steps.

 I will find my own way.

I will find my own way.