reading alice.

Live life through a screen,

In between four rooms, boxes, places.

Touch the world softly, twenty paces.

Back and forth, and dream of and

learn about life through dappled drunk days:

reading about alice in wonderland,

wondering why the world won’t fade away,

into this bright, merry band

of misfits and introverts and mad hatters.

dream of days where I finally matter.

Live without feeling quite so alone,

(i hold a hand, but turns out it’s my own).

But, I’m scared, I’m scared

(oh mama, I’m so scared)

Hold me now, closer, tighter, stronger

Hold on longer and longer

So that I don’t fall apart like rain

Shatter from the dancing clouds,

Won’t wash down the drain

Yelling (“please don’t let go!”) loud.

So, Alice, Alice, will you take my hand?

Say you will live this life with me if you can,

the roses and violets and posies all understand,

Things are always better in wonderland. 

Where the red queen says, "run in one place!

Faster, faster now, to get away!"

Things don’t always have to stay the same

We can thunder in a different way.

anchor.

surrounded by ships going and going
their bright sails whistling in the wind
like the wings of a bird
flittering over the sea, and here i am
tending to the waves, watching
motionless
as their colors disappear into the horizon.

and I watch as the sea simmers down
empty planes of blue stretching,
gaps widening, and i am alone,
left behind by ships and sailors.
and anchored in one place,
i hold myself close
and look to the sky
wishing i could fly, fly away.