rayneraynegoaway
im trapped in wonderland
hanging, suspended, in midair. the march rabbit (bunny) is laughing at me and im glaring back at him.
but i cant keep my gaze on him because he's always dragging my gaze away.
to him.
those beautiful eyes.
he's not mad.
how could you have ever called him
the mad
hatter?
he's not mad
he's
beautiful.
well, if you were thirsty and love was sweet tea and affection was fried dough, which one would you want? see, no matter how much fried dough you ate, it'd never quench your thirst. i'd want sweet tea and more sweet tea!
wouldn't you?
or perhaps you're not thirsty anymore.
maybe your thirst has already been quenched.
you and i
we're both the same.
but im the only one trying not
to be the same.
if only you'd have
understood
me.
juice.
the burst of flavor on the tip of your tongue from the ripest, juiciest fruit. the splash of flavor on your tongue from the ripest, juiciest fruit. the explosion of flavor on your tongue from the ripest, juiciest fruit.
juice.
juice.
juice.
XD
railroads are like the path of life.
they go on for what seems like forever.
and the trains that travel along are like a metaphor for life.
if you get on the wrong train, there's no going back.
ever.
ever.
ever.
ever.
flakes are those tiny ice crystals that fall from the sky like frozen tears and land on the ground, making the world all sparkly and beautiful.