Thirty-three,
You might as well call me Alice in wonderland
because I fall down rabbit holes in my mind
and time feels like it's slipping through my small hands
Maybe I'm just mad and maybe all the good ones are
Maybe its just that pain is never too far
and how much are we to bear
maybe the unmad ones are the ones that don't care

Sometimes I even descend into another land
this one is filled with a version of you
unhurt
unbroken
so I like to stay there
I lay under the trees and breathe in a crisp breath by the white pine trees
a forest where I'm free to believe in what I see

Am I fading?
Or is there more to lose
before I grow too big or too small
maybe I just don't want to choose
Because I feel it
Time.
It feels like a ghost every night haunting me and you