My name is not Alice. I simply like this name.

All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.
 -Edgar Allan Poe

My mind is a jumble of words and my heart a storm of feelings, but what is life without a little insanity? This is a time when Insecurity and Anxiety are familiar friends and darkness reigns triumphantly. Because here is Wonderland, here dreams, both good and bad, become reality. Is this all inside your head? Or is this reality? That, I have no answer to. It's dark here, and shadows are hands, chains, dragging you down into inky black. It's suffocating and opaque and deep and never-ending and all we do is sink and sink and sink-

But the darker the sky, the brighter the star, no? There are still songs to be sung. There are words to be said, stories to be told, secrets to be shed. There are choices to be made, things that will never be, wishes that come true, and the ones that are just fantasy. There's a spark inside you that won't die, and a single match can send the whole forest ablaze. We're strong. Unstoppable. We dream on.

"We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems."
                                 - Ode, Arthur o'Shaughnessy

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering,
There’s a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
                                 -Leonard Cohen