As the arm strikes midnight,
the last of my sanity makes its final descent into oblivion.

Waking the desires of the hatter,
cemented to his crooked, yet fascinating chair.

His eyes gazed upon yours,
before letting out his playful, yet cynical laugh.

"Mhh hm hm hm hm!"

Leave the paint to dry,
watch the surface slowly evaporate into its fine crinkles of artistic purpose.
When it's done, add the final dabble of colour.

engraving your love and emotion with it
Bliss.

The first time we met, your eyes glinted in the afternoon sunlight.
I pondered,
I adored,
I loved your shy personality.

Then when I got to know you more,
I was hooked.
Your lovingness, your care, your optimism,
had me thrown into pirouettes.

We laughed, we hugged.
We talked, we cried.
We shared our secrets and our lives together.
We were complete.

Until that one moment, when you pulled my heart strings too far,
and left me to throb in pain.
My heart aches as it harrowingly beats.
And tears roll down my flushed cheeks in rivulets.

Just a little bit of time.
Wait until the hands of time strike the hour of the full moon.
Let gravity take its natural course.
Let us fall into each other's warm embrace.

And let the moonlight glisten over your hazel iris,
as we close in,
slowly,
towards the apogee,
of our first kiss.

I see them clasping each other's hand,
planted on a wooden bench,
head on shoulder,
and carving a smile at the winter clouds.

They hold each other's embrace in the chilly flurry of air,
their eyes shut,
seizing the moment,
and allowing their hearts to slowly, but surely entwine with one another.

I gaze at them, longing for what they have.
My heart sinks at my despair and companionless thoughts.

The only thing I can do now, is to keep scrolling.
My eyes fixed on the screen of my device,
my thumbs flicker from one side to another.
I keep myself distracted, vacantly staring at the pixels beneath the tip of my index finger.

Ultimately, the thoughts strike in its final wave.
Anxiety flushes over my sense of self,
and I realise.
That I.
I am.
the odd one out.

Disconsolate.

La La La.
Tick Tock. Tick Tock.
Ha Ha Ha.

Could this cluster of syllables manifest my slow but assured insanity?

Tick Tock. Tick Tock.

Oh.

Who is that strange man in the mirror?

Oh wait.

It's only me.

Ha Ha Ha.

Tick Tock. Tick Tock.

And off I go.