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...