Jan 2015
Mad hatter runs rampant
through a haze
in a maze.
I take that mad hatter
between my hands:
a knot of never-ending strings
a plain face
without love. without light.
There.
Hold on tight.
through a haze
in a maze.
I take that mad hatter
between my hands:
a knot of never-ending strings
a plain face
without love. without light.
There.
Hold on tight.
