When people tell me that the world is changing, I often try my best not to sigh or sing a merry tune. Responding with a sarcastic tone has never worked out well for people who have just learned to finally open their eyes.
I look at my world. It looks just as beautiful and sick. I wonder if I’ll ever get to learn how to use my eyes properly.
Alice could have stayed in Wonderland. She could have had tea with the Mad Hatter and the March Hare. She could have stayed in Wonderland and ate some tarts. She could have danced with the Queen of Hearts and played riddles with the Cheshire Cat.
She could have stayed but she did not. She went back.
I should go back now.
It is close to impossible to write about how I feel at the moment.
At the moment is always gone too soon.
At the moment never stays too long.