Alice
You all know me. My story has been told, Alice in Wonderland, a story to behold. Call it crazy, call it for the insane. But know that we are all the same. Have you ever wondered what happened after I left? After all, Wonderland needs an Alice to be at rest, and I refuse to go back, for my reality is set.
After I left, Wonderland went into hysteria. The Red Queen of Hearts ruled her kingdom to be a rural area. And then the Mad Hatter sold his time to the Queen. Because of this, the people turned mean. They would kill if anyone looked, and some even ended up on a hook. And so, Cherish Cat disappeared until an Alice would be announced. When asked why, he would reply, “I’m afraid I would pounce.” And true to his word, he did pounce. As, later on a dead Alice would be announced.
The attraction of an Alice is the White Rabbit. He leads them to the hole. He makes it a habit. Rolling down and down the hill, into the hole; to Wonderland. Once you get there, there is but a simply plan. It is to follow the rabbit, as far as you can go. Don’t be scared if you get lost, for that is the cost. The Hatter will find you and bring you to the Queen; she who rules red, but doesn’t know what it means. Try to be Alice or you will wind up dead. And once they see, you will no longer have a head. So follow the script and become the next me for if not than you simply not be. To be in that reality.
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