Just Random Things I Have Thought Of

My world. My own little world. A world where the walls change colors every time you blink, but only faintly. A world where words bend and melt right off the page. A world where books breathe. A world in which every note in a song has a story all its own that flies across your mind's eye at the speed of light. A world where certain notes remind you of someone's voice, words unspoken. A world where you can feel music in your soul, and running through your veins. A world in which you dance to silent melodies in your head. It's a beautiful, strange world. It's a world that nobody understands. A world where you have a million things to say but they just echo within their rooms. Wanting to escape, clawing at the walls and screaming. A world where a simple name can turn into a raging fire, a beautiful waterfall, or a field of flowers. Where a scent on the wind can remind you of a million things that you have never experienced in this lifetime, but a past one. A world where everything seems so wrong and yet so right at the same time. A world where songs and stories come to life. A world in which the color of blood is one of the most gorgeous colors in the world. A world in which a simple joke about death can seem the funniest thing... Nobody really knows what's going on in my own little world... but they try. And when they try, they become afraid, and leave. But some, rarely, stay. Because their worlds are just as warped and "wrong" as mine is. I have many things in my own little world. And they are so special and twisted, only two people are aloud to see it. Because the others don't understand. They'll never understand.

"We're all mad here."
-The Cheshire Cat
"Alice in Wonderland"