Anticipation, lost in dreams amidst reality as it swirls and winds through my fingertips and into my hair. Smiles fade into the day as my thoughts get tangled in your sad and lost dark eyes, which almost seem to ground me and keep me from floating away when I see them. Now the question that remains to be seen is how to I keep you from floating away from me...

It's a time of spring, rain visits frequently to quench the thirst of the sleeping shades of emerald from the underworld. I opened my eyes to something that I thought I had closed them for. The proximity has made me a bit heady, and I fall dangerously closer every day. Can it be any different this time? Is that up to me? I would be lying if I said I wasn't afraid to fall down the rabbit hole into my own inner turmoil once more. "Off with her head!" the red queen will yell. I'm just hoping this time I can find my way home. Is it a beautiful lie that I just want to believe? I hope not...