LalalaWonderland

Saved be the times when all was easy and right. Now nothing seems clear as morning air. Every moment has its sharp knife edge. Carefull which way you turn or you might be stabbed. Who knows where the rays will then shine, when we are long gone. Not for our poor heads they'll fall; too buisy searching for other brighter futures. The seemingly vast openess which the Lord placed at the feet of the newly confused and the realness of it all having not flattered quite how one imagened it would. Not quite how they would have minded it to be. So starts the next part and to all it becomes a strange new emptyness that would only fuel other curiosities and not the gifts we wish to bestowe ourselves. The dim light which leads to those other places seems distant and strange. What would be different then from now? It could all be the same or sink to the dark corners of minds no one wished to see.
No one can as of yet see clearly...