With a Cheshire grin, I assure you, I am mad as the Hatter and delicately cross..
I am sorely chaotic in my own mentality, and find such rights as my own wearing thin.
Dare I say,
a longing washes over my skin, and cheap spray caresses the senses.
though it leaves something to be desired behind the eyes that look through the mirror.
Shall I follow where the Rabbit Hole may lead?