Alice

*Everything is beautiful. There is no evil to be attached. The floors swirl inviting you in. The room flourished with colours. Flowers flow from the earthly walls. Giggling and laughing for you to walk further.*



I saw Tim Burtons Alice in Wonderland. It indulged every fantasy I have ever imagined of such a world, the world of wonder. My mind carries thoughts that are too unusual to be..thought of, and yet here I sit thinking them, pondering them. Trying to put together pieces of the strange vivid images that flow through my mind. To be in Wonderland is the same as my desire to be stolen away to Neverland. I hate to grow up.



*At the the other end of the room a mirror takes form. The reflection reveals a face that hold no shadows. A smile that sparkles through the eyes. Looking in the mirrow little faces look back. All smiling and singing a melody. Convincing you that you're a fairy. A fairy princess that has invisible wings. Fly, fly, believe it and you'll fly.*



But like Alice, I don't think I would chose to stay in Wonderland forever; afterall we all have to grow up, and what would happen if you grew up there? Everything around you would still be a land full of things that should be this way not that, here not there, chaos. After a while I'm sure it would be no place to live a real life. Though I suppose I contradict myself if what im after is a dreamworld, an escape from reality.



*Happiness is all there is and to pretend is easy. Slowly floating above the swirling floor, you soar past the walls. Touch the ground thats white as snow; what you're standing on is a cloud. In the mystical world where you're closer to the moon, the glittering stars shimmer down upon you. Laying down upon the cloudland staring at the sky, the star dust trickles closer towards you.*



Maybe all I can hold onto is the hope and imagination that lies within the written word of a poem, a story, a movie script. It is in those pages, those moving images, where all the impossibilities in the world are proven as possible. Life without a sense of reality is not a life at all, but at any moment possible I indulge my fantasies and silly thoughts and get lost inside them, if only to believe they are real for stolen moments in time. I fear that there are less people who allow themselves to dream anymore, and I feel sad for them; the imagination is the greatest weapon to apply to reality to make the reality all the more bearable.



*With a deep breath that warms your entire body, you know that everything is wonderful. Even though it wont last forever, no fear tingles inside. It is enivitable to find sorrow again, but you can live in the magic.. if only the soul believes.*