Wonderland – A Stream of Consciousness

The decadent indulgence I get from the most fruitful of trees in my garden planted with the bits and pieces this life gives and takes. The ocean of emotions that give way to everlasting waves of tears, also provides the ship that harbors ground. But to root myself like an undying weed would mean the end of possibilities and no room for change. So give me wings and let me fly from sea to star and back to soil, where I can roam through the forest of your deepest, darkest secrets and hunt down your dreams then make them my own. Let me rain on your fire so we can lay in a bed of ashes and bring them back to life. For nothing but this is undying.


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