The White Rabbit Realities

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
I slipped...

Submitted: December 21, 2010

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I slipped, but not back into reality, more so down the rabbit hole, i wonder if this is how Alice felt. Who am i kidding, who cares how Alice felt, im terrified. I want the reality back of bad days, good days, best friends, and the girl of my dreams. Why is it all slipping away, why am i suddenly seeing roses painted red, and not only that, why am I chasing this rabbit. It cannot love me, it cannot help me through the pain, why should i run after it? Only to scrape my knees as i fall, and stub my toes most likely. This rabbit holds something that i need, what is it? I  cannot tell you, from an outsiders look, i have everything. Inside here, this empty shell of muscle, organs, bones, veins, i have nothing. Nothing meaning i have everything i could ever need, but the white rabbit. Still i chase after it. Can this rabbit pull me from my twisted nightmares, from the screaming and the blood, and the yelling. Maybe the rabbit, is my ticket back to the reality i am looking for. But i cannot catch this rabbit. Are my realities wasting away waiting for me to come home? Waiting for me to charge through the castle doors holding a white rabbit and screaming at the top of my lungs? Or is this rabbit a distraction, holding me back from where i need to go. All i know is, i need this rabbit, and my realities are gone.


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