Dear Alice, where are you?
Are you still there
in Wonderland?
Did you really wanted fairy tales
that much
that you started to become one?Dear Alice, how are you?
Did you really hate me?
Or yourself?
Or this twisted reality?
Is that the reason why
you begin falling into that rabbit hole?
Or is it because
there is no more magic here
with me
nor King or Queen of Hearts
or some loyal Mad Hatter
waiting for you?
Is this my fault
that I lost you?
Or is it because we grew up,
still lost,
not wanting to be found?Dear Alice, are you still coming back?
Or will you stay there
forever wandering?
And wondering?
Living with things and creatures
that can't exist here?
Did you find what you were
looking for
with the help
of the Cheshire Cat?
Or did hatred found you
and tricked you
and made you a myth?Dear Alice, is it true?
Rumor has it
that you are still falling
and shrinking,
and wandering
in many broken parts there.
Most people here, already forgot
about you.
And I only know you now
as a memory.
But I hope that you are fine,
and please don't forget
to remember yourself
every now and then.
You can get lost
anywhere,
but never get lost
as a part of
you.
It's the only way you can still remember me
or this place
if you ever come back.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryEndings are beginnings of beautiful things. #1 on the end-live-begin trilogy.