This is strange. Almost close to a waning moonrise. Fumes of these bodies merge and rise together to create mystic rings of fire. Alice holds true to her alternating realities. Am I Alice or am I the Queen of Hearts? Mad Hatters a creation of all my vulnerabilities put together in a fortress like shape. The Hatter balances my prim and proper, my pretend like form. I am squirming at his slight wit and charm. He is but an illusion to keep my innards calm. Are you all really here? Inside this head piles baggage-past-unresolved-conflict. Start noticing the walls, they might still be there. Opps! You are indeed not a chair, I could have sat on for too long. I am awfully sorry but after all did you expect me to pathway your gratification? This ego trip stops right here. I will not vicariously live life through alter-egos. I am my own person. I am my own world. I am all these colours and so much more. I am deep pools of illuminating cyber modules. Vibrating are the waves you sense coming from hindsight.
Who are you?
