Den kan vara lite hemsk och sorlig men ändå. Hoppas att ni gillar den. Jag har inga rättigheter till dikten utan jag hittade den på instagram och ville skriva något till den. Diktens rättigheter går till vem det än va som skrev den. //F
you lost your head
somwhere between
falling and landing.
not in a hole.
but of a bridge.
because my dear,
this is not wonderland:
and you are not Alice.
you jumped.
-t.s.o
Why must everything be so difficult? It could all be so much easier. It could go fast, slow. It could go in any way that’s possible. Sometimes she wishes that she was Alice. Aice jumped in a hole. She met the mad guy and the rabbit with the watch. Why can’t she be Alice? Because she lives in the reality. Not in Wonderland.
Now she’s sitting on the railing of a bridge. She can’t tell how high upp or low down she is. Only that she wants to go to wonderland. Wonderland.
She feels free when she falls. Like nothing can hold her back.
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