I was told,
Wonderland is a fiddle of your imagination
A wondrous place your heart escapes to when the maze has no way out
A universe of deceptions where you feel appreciated and cherished
But with a world like ours, who wouldn't mind Wonderland, even if it does not exist?
YOU ARE READING
letters to myself
PoetryThese aren't poems, these aren't meant to be artistic in any way. They are a bunch of scrappy compilations of words that inadvertently bursted into my head, and they were starting to overwhelm me, so I wrote most of them down.
