It seems that we have traveled through the looking glass, my darling.
Switched spots, so we have.
I was on the outside, looking around, but mostly looking in.
And you were on the inside, too occupied to look out at all.
they loved you and you took it in; as you should have and I would have done.
The storm commenced and the calm disappeared.
Now, here I am, on the inside, still looking around, and looking back at you.
Why do you look so lost?
I'm still here baby. Things have just turned around... don't you see?
it's ok.
Breathe. Sit and enjoy the outside.
You'll see... It's nice and stuff. perception is everything.
Just breathe. and yes, you must wait a bit to get back through your reflection.
but it is ok being out there; quite nice in fact. trust me- I've lived there for almost my entire life.
But you were here first- and will soon be again.
Enjoy... because you don't get to choose when the looking glass opens.
and worlds change.
swooners come in waves that tend to swing the mirror.
there is no white rabbit this time.