Time to disappear down the rabbit hole

Tick tock.

Time slips sideways when you’re not looking.

Let your watch spin like a whisper,

telling secrets to the teacups.

Eat something strange.

Ignore the label.

If it tastes like memory and mushrooms,

you’re probably heading the right way.

Follow the rabbit.

Not just any rabbit—

the one with a waistcoat and a calendar full of regrets.

He won’t wait, so don’t dawdle.

Tick tock.

Dress for nonsense.

Top hats, mismatched socks,

a scarf that murmurs poetry when the wind catches it just right.

One shoe speaks in similes, the other hums lullabies.

Tilt your hat like it’s hiding a secret

you’re not quite ready to share.

Hush now. The hedges are listening.

Tick tock.

Speak in riddles.

Answer questions with questions.

If someone asks, “Where are you going?”

say, “Why do you ask? Did you see my footprints vanish?”

Make friends with the furniture.

Chairs love to gossip.

Tables sulk when ignored.

The mirror might wink—

wink back, if you’re feeling brave.

Tick tock.

Forget logic.

Fold it into a paper crane

and let it drift down the rabbit hole.

You’ll be chasing someone now—

the Cheshire Cat.

He’s got vanishing down to an art form.

Is that fur or just a memory of fur?

A grin that lingers like the echo of a joke

you didn’t quite catch.

He leaves behind the idea of himself,

and somehow, that’s enough.

Tick tock.

Think to yourself,

“I’ve gone to chase the impossible.

I’ll be back when the Queen allows.”

And just like that,

you’re gone—

a whisper in the breeze,

a giggle behind the roses,

a story someone half-remembers

and wonders if it ever really happened.

Or maybe you were never real at all.

#Surreal

#fantasy

#wonderland inspired

#mysterious

#poetry