leaping

every night

we lay our heads on our pillows

and let ourselves go

escaping the physical world

succumbing to dreams

dreams of love, joy and the strangest things

dreams of pain misery and heartache

instead of just leaving

why don't we just stay

instead of 

falling down the rabbit hole

meeting the Cheshire cat 

tea and cookies with the Mad Hatter,

walking through forests of the most magical things

getting big and small

why don't we just stay?

why risk encounters with the queen of hearts

there's a time where there will be no castles and cottages and tea and cookies and love and joy and the strangest things no mad hatter no child's wonder no bliss no growing old. No birthday parties, hugs, and kisses. No trips no adventures. Just pitch black, nothing. 

why not risk falling?

why not risk pain and misery and heartache 

for love and joy and the strangest little things?

why not leap into the great unknown?

Every night, 

we lay our heads on our pillows

and leap into the great unknown, 

succumbing to love and misery, 

pain and joy.




~Natalie
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