Falling up and bottles of suggestion.

Hard to forget
sometimes they're just numbers, and sometimes they mean a little more
give me a one and a zero
two less of my favourite number
and add a year of life.

351

regret is a false
a fabricated feeling
an empty emotion
for everything and anything that would or could
be regretted,
was at some time
exactly what was wanted.

true? no... not entirely.
Alice calm, in casual abyss while cups and time pass her.
Like exploding hot springs,
they fly up, past her,
in vertical force;
the wind passes through her golden hair and,
she still wonders,
why aren't they falling down?

little Alice knows, little darling Alice...
so naive to understand
they do not fly up past her
she instead
falls with force
with the heavy weight of gravity
falls down
down this rabbit hole
to something of nothing
nothing she'll ever know.

at lands end, at the bottom of her dark and unstable journey
a floor is hit
a floor is there.
she knows now to not regret the curiosity that became of her
she knows better than to take it all back
she watched time go by
and it saddened her to know
to know that it would only be at velocity's peak
at the moment she feels theres nothing more
that ground will be there
to stop her fall
and many bottles that urge her to proceed
and little doors that can only be entered through suggestion
that people and friends
that she's never known before
and mistakes to be made
and lessons to learn
are ahead of her.
the whole time wondering
'why aren't I falling down?'

when the white rabbit is always there to pick her up.
whether she knows it or not,
her mad hatter has her back
her Cheshire cat is her voice of reason
telling her it'll all be okay
as long as she does the little things
do the little tasks
that seem like nothing
but lead to something...

get over and done with
the tasks of every day
the tasks of life
and fall to a new ledge.
every ledge
lower
and deeper

her inner rabbit hole.
within something bigger.

never alone falling up
or down
passing time
or time passing her
never falling far
or forever
or past a point of no return

no regret
there is no such thing as feeling sorry
only feeling lonely.

always there
always
always there.
the last ledge
will be you.
and that will be the beginning of a new rabbit hole.


Mad? not me.