"Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes."
- Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There
(2012 - 2014)
Been around empty, cold places trying to find where she belongs.
Been sleeping here and there hoping that someone really cares after one good fuck.
Was happy but then the day ends, purple, pink and blue skies mixing and mixing and dancing and dancing.
And her nerd glasses and massive pink ribbons on her hair, is forgotten.