i am lost in wonderland, wondering if i ever come out of it. Its all sand and stories here, unreal world, unreal people, even stories fails to mimic reality. swimming is dream here; a glass of water, life and dewdrops, quenching thirst most. here, i don't wish to stay; here, i don't see myself unpacking. i need to leave now, i would rather have a nightmare then be part of this mind numbing place. let me borrow a wing just to fly away from here, let me slap myself to wake up fromΒ Β here.