Rose petal eyelashes flutter;
down, down, down they go.
Descending, ascending on a softer wind,
in this place that nobody knows.
Grey is the water in this world,
a wonderland playground unto itself.
A place where suicide is A-OK,
because there's no such place as hell.
Curiosity blooms like telephone poles,
dotting the horizon with speculative stares.
Blow dandelion wishes off of big, tall bridges
and watch them disappear with your cares.
Welcome to the wonderland of the desolate,
where illusion and conclusion collide.
A never ending game of shimmering falsity,
in which the rules, none do abide.
**inspired by Kris ((silently screaming)) and a few of her comments on the forum. thanks, Kris. and Taylor. :P**
