My mind is like a rabbit hole
On an adventure to wonderland.
Not knowing whether I’d be the mad hatter
Or the Cheshire cat.
Would I transform into the Queen of Hearts?
Or fall into a pool of my own tears.
Maybe I’m a lost girl not in wonderland,
But lost in my own mind.
Not chasing a rabbit, but chasing time.
K
Never know, what we’d, become, until we follow that rabbit down the hole…
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Nothing more precious than time – loving your posts DF!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Sometimes it feels like all we have is time. Beautifully written.
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Thank you x
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