A Kiss of Stardust

I had the nightmare of losing my family.

I daydreamed and night~owled my way through my own sea of monsters to restore my lost blue heart to the broken red queen. At last, I discovered ~ I don't know anything.

The clarity I reached enabled me to mind bend and shift my worries to true care and my fears to forgiveness. But not my Laurel to Alice.

In the wake of my hurricane, I cursed at god like a Lieutenent Dan on the highest horse an imagination could build. I begged him from my bees knees to tell me why I deserved to feel so unclean. The giver of life gave me a look at true insanity. Raw impurity. I feasted my eye upon the greed of mankind and realized that I was no judge or king. I was simply walking the golden thread between light and dark. Life and Death. Love and Ark.

I came face to face with the ugliest sins of my memory. They seemed destructive and dodging on a scale of magnificent beasts. In a lighter heart, I looked at all the biggest monsters of history, and understood how they might be tricked or deceived by their very own minds. The human brain controls the realm of dreams. We run our whole lives from death ~ who was only trying to hold our hands in the dark and help us light our torches of tunnel love vision.

Digging holes and curing your stinky feet does nothing if you don't give everything a ring. I'm the glass slipper who had to try on the fruit of every loom before deciding I should probably cobble my own shoes. I went to seek Madame Zeroni.

I have a dream of a world that works together instead of fights alone.

A black sheep is just a white wolf that doesn't want to cheat.

A Teapot is a broken well eating children that can't sleep.

I woke up trapped in a mind where I can't tell if I'm Jack, Jill, The Well, or the Hill. Perhaps a lighthouse wasting my words on the sirens or the waves.

Another theory of mine is that I realized I'm already dead ~ Like Bruce Willis. I'm locked in a bird cage. A haunted house. A Sue Z Salmon, lost Nemo, buried treasure, A Dory who refuses to be found? Little Boy Blue. Is earth possibly purgatory? Did I never make it out of that house? Is the earth flat and round? Some of us already have wings on our feet while others have boots? I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Could I be the snake in the boot? The red apple loot? Kissin' Catherine the Great Barlow?

How do you do anything when you can't tell if you're awake or asleep? A walker or a dream? How do you make decisions when you can't seem to trust anything. Please, everybody. Comment and tell me. Am I crazy or am I just a little lost in the woods? Can I be a better person if I don't believe I'm even tethered to reality? If so, how do I even pay it forward?

Thanks for listening and considering the laurel tree.