Wonderland

I live in Wonderland.

Evading ravenous monsters,

luring me with temptatious expediency.

Running in shackles,

endlessly searching for the key.

Perpetually led astray,

veiled by distorted consciousness.

Sadistically seduced.

Elixir, bountiful elixir.

Down

(or up rather)

the rabbit hole I soar.

Relinquishing the demons drowning in my anguish.

Destroying the chains suffocating my conception of reality.

Shedding the cloak that clouded my identity,

casting a stranger as my reflection.

Wonderland is no longer.

A momentary escape? Maybe.

An escape nonetheless.

I revel in every evanescent second.

Every sensation.

Every motion.

Every sound.

Savoring how it feels to be alive, to be human.

Cherishing tranquil serenity, entirely unaccompanied.

Relishing the ambiance of blissful solitude.

Nonetheless, Wonderland will flourish.

It will cushion my landing as I come down.

Confining me to the prison I have grown accustomed too.

The prison that is my mind.

An ever changing penitentiary.

Unpredictable at best.

You see, anything can transpire in Wonderland.

Perception is ambiguous.

Creatures, inconspicuous.

Savage beasts.

Concealed to the shadows,

Stalking me, their prey.

Instilling fear.

That controls me, isolates me, prohibits me.

Feeding off my insecurities.

My lack of self control.

Don’t forget however,

this is Wonderland...

“Anything can transpire.”