Alice should have stayed in Wonderland.
Dorothy should have stayed in Oz. Peter pan had it right, and Wendy
probably should have stayed with him in Neverland.
The real world, and the reality that
most people are stuck in, it's a trap. It's a cruel, and damn near
useless trap. I understand, that it's probably not fair for me to say
that. It may not even be true, but I can't help but feel that way
these days. Everywhere I look, I see pain. In people's eyes, and in
their body language. I can hear it in their voice when they speak.
It's a heartbreaking tone. It just makes you like hugging the person.
Only, you know if you do, they'll just push you away.
They lie about their pain, just like
they lie about yours. People tell you all the time that they're your
friend. That you can trust them, and that they want to be there for
you. You pretend to understand, because you've already realized that
they are blowing you off in the middle of telling you that they care.
Those are the kinds of people that really mess with my head. I don't
hate them, and it's not very easy for me to get mad at them. It just
hurts. I'd rather be told that I'm too depressed, and too much of a
downer to hang out with. I'd rather people just tell me the truth,
and say that they don't want to be around me. I know it hurts when
people do that, people have done it to me before. Only, it hurts more
when a person lies to my face about it. Claiming that they are so
busy, and barely have time to breathe. You're told that, and then you
go on social networks, like Facebook, and see photo after photo of
that person handing out with a bunch of other people. You go on
Instagram, and see the same thing.
I understand why people don't like
being around me, most of the time, I don't even like being around me.
I just hate that people think lying to me is easier. I guess I've
know for a while, that I'm not really worth a lot. I just thought
maybe I was worth the truth. Ever since I've been back in the area
that I'm in, I'm starting to see that I'm not.
In Wonderland, nothing made sense. It
was a mess. Tea parties, songs about how it's not your birthday. A
stoned caterpillar, and a Queen that needed anger management. Yet,
Alice learned a lot things about herself. A world full of nonsense
brought out the best of her, at least that what I thought. Wonderland
taught her things. It just seems like she learned better things.
Better things than what this world has ever taught me.
Even if Dorothy wanted to go back to
Kansas, I think she would have been better off staying in Oz. I think
Alice and Dorothy would be best friends. I've always thought that,
because both of them seemed so alone before they went on their
adventures. No matter what, in the other worlds, or their own....I
think if they would have found each other somehow, they would have
been a little less lonely.
In Neverland, you're forever young.
Enough said. Peter Pan had every right to be scared. He understood
that when you grow up, the world can eat you alive. It can chew you
up, and spit you back out, half alive. It's like....you wish it just
would have killed you. If I were Wendy, I would have stayed. The
stars shine brighter there. The water is blue, and it's full of
mermaids. There's adventure there. You know what probably isn't
there? Sickness. Things like Cancer, and mental illness. I bet the
minute you get there, some of kind of weird magic takes it all away.
In Neverland, you probably don't have to watch people you love die.
Or feel your own body slowly shutting down. Sure, even if you can't
grow up there's still death. Only, for some reason in my mind, in a
place like that, once you're there, time stands still for you.
Sickness goes away.
Sickness doesn't go away in this world.
People lying to you for their own comfort, that will never stop.
Bullies, Ignorance, and evil. All here to stay. The pressure to be
just like everybody else, will hover over us like an angry rain cloud
until the day we die.
