We're all a little mad. A little insane. A little psycho. On the inside. We usually know how to control that small part of us. But what happens when it builds up? What happens when it claws its way out? আপনি snap. Correct?
Sometimes when we snap, we murder people.
Parents.
Animals.
Friends.
Sisters
Brothers?
Sometimes we kill ourselves.
Weather by:
Burning.
Drowning.
Knives অথবা Ropes.
But sometimes... People try to help us.. sometimes people cause our madness. The thing that leads to those horrid acts is them trying to fix us. And দ্বারা fixing us they put us in a room. With a jacket. And isolate us from everyone else. We soon forget what রঙ are. What ঘাস and ফুলেরডালি and trees look like. What clean light oxygen fills like in our lungs. We forget the sweet voices that sing music.
So we escape. We go into a part of our mind that has not forgotten everything and me শৈশবাবস্থা and caress it. We escape to a dream. A sanctuary.
A place where ফুলেরডালি have faces. Where rabbit's can talk. Where a hat maker sits at the end of টেবিল all too big for just him, and his two companions. Where a cat speaks in riddles. Where a শুঁয়াপোকা knows everything. A place ran দ্বারা not one, but two queens. One loved দ্বারা everyone and the other who is feared দ্বারা all. Where everyone is waiting.. for the arrival of a girl. A girl that is foretold to bring down the Evil One.
But this place. This escape... is crafted দ্বারা the thoughts of everyone who's in its imagination. So, this escape.
This... Wonderland.. and the stories behind it.. are much darker than most believe.
Sometimes when we snap, we murder people.
Parents.
Animals.
Friends.
Sisters
Brothers?
Sometimes we kill ourselves.
Weather by:
Burning.
Drowning.
Knives অথবা Ropes.
But sometimes... People try to help us.. sometimes people cause our madness. The thing that leads to those horrid acts is them trying to fix us. And দ্বারা fixing us they put us in a room. With a jacket. And isolate us from everyone else. We soon forget what রঙ are. What ঘাস and ফুলেরডালি and trees look like. What clean light oxygen fills like in our lungs. We forget the sweet voices that sing music.
So we escape. We go into a part of our mind that has not forgotten everything and me শৈশবাবস্থা and caress it. We escape to a dream. A sanctuary.
A place where ফুলেরডালি have faces. Where rabbit's can talk. Where a hat maker sits at the end of টেবিল all too big for just him, and his two companions. Where a cat speaks in riddles. Where a শুঁয়াপোকা knows everything. A place ran দ্বারা not one, but two queens. One loved দ্বারা everyone and the other who is feared দ্বারা all. Where everyone is waiting.. for the arrival of a girl. A girl that is foretold to bring down the Evil One.
But this place. This escape... is crafted দ্বারা the thoughts of everyone who's in its imagination. So, this escape.
This... Wonderland.. and the stories behind it.. are much darker than most believe.