i wonder about the clouds
and if they kiss the sky
or each other.
i wonder if the grass
appreciates the wind blowing through it
and if the leaves rustle on purpose.
i wonder if the walls actually listen
and keep the secrets they've overheard
just between each other.
i wonder if mirrors see people
as ugly as we see ourselves
or if they're just trying to figure out
how to convince us that we're beautiful.
i wonder if the stars stare at people
and admire their shine.
i wonder if the shore is really in love with the sea
and just waits for it's kiss to come back.
but most of all
i wonder how people
can say "i love you"
but seem to loose the meaning of that four letter word
and fall out so quickly

her name was Alice
(or so they say)
she fell down the rabbit hole
(one random day)
and met some peculiar creatures
(whether they were real or not)
she claims they existed
(not only in her head)
but no one ever saw them
because Alice was dead
the fall sent her whirling
into an imaginary world
she met tweedle dee and tweedle dum,
(who she says we're loads of fun)
a rabbit who was constantly late,
(who no one seemed to really hate)
and a mat hatter
(who seemed to make it all better)
and took her on glorious adventures
it all sounds quite wonderful
but Alice was mad you see
she claimed that
"all the best people are"
but no sane person believed her.
Alice was dead in the head
and lost to the world.
my name is Alice
and when I fell down that rabbit hole
all time stopped
I fell in love with adventure
and learned how to have fun
it's okay that no one believes me
I know it was real
and one day
I won't have to say goodbye
to the wonderful land they call wonderland

there once was a boy
with black hair
and blue eyes
he wrote about things..
things no one had seen
like eternal sleep
and imaginary dreams.
he lived in a world
where fun was non-existent
and colors
were quite distant.
the girls read his poems
and they laughed at them
because he wrote as if
they were his memories
but no one
had experienced eternal sleep
because death
had never happened
they all lived forever.

there once was a man
with black hair
and grey eyes
he wrote about things
things that people began to fear
like eternal sleep
and being cut ear to ear.
and being cut ear to ear.
he lived in a world
that was painted black
because colors
had no impact
on the town
that fell apart
by the boy
who wrote about his memories
who made eternal sleep
and killed the ones
who wanted to die
they no longer lived forever
and the boy named death
was just doing them a favor.

their love
was like a lazy sunday
easy-going and free
until one day
she was unsure
if the man named bill
who asked for her hand
was the one she truly loved
but she tucked that thought away
and called him "lovey"
in an attempt to feel the same
the same way  he always had
but fifty years later
she imagines all the adventures she missed
by not loving the man
to whom she said yes

If love can be withdrawn
It never was

My love for you is not a gift
    To you
      It is a gift
        To me

A silence with you
Is not
a silence

But a moment rich
with peace