Amongst the vines&mis;;, soft mossy ground under foot&the; smell of rain in the air.
Come.
Get lost with me in this magical land where the catipilars are bright and allseeing.
Come.
Get lost with me where i'll give you a little piece of me & open up a door for you to see into the depths of me.
I'm slipping down a rabbit hole.
I hope you'll be there to catch me when I fall.