I miss it.
I miss Neverland.
I miss
our Neverland.
Mostly because it was ours.
I keep finding new spots
But I interrupt my train of thought remembering that I can't say much about that anymore.
I miss our little escape where imagination could run free.
We got to play every part.
We got to reminisce all those old days.
We got to remember when all this Neverland business was socially acceptable for our age.
I feel like I've switched gears.
Instead of being whisked away in flight to Neverland, I've been drugged into a freakish sleep.
Cats vanish body part at a time, caterpillars smoke here, apparently it's always tea time, and everybody is mad. Oh, and don't mess with the queen or she'll have your head... Literally.
It's just a new experience for me.
And I guess they were right when they said she decided what she
didn't want to be by process of elimination.
But it
is so very lonely here.
And it's all so
dreadfully confusing.
Even after all I accomplished and all the courage it took to do it,
All I wanted was to return.
I never meant for it to be like this.
And I really hate that it is...
I feel like part of me is missing.
It's so frustrating in this place,
All I want is to climb back up that rabbit hole or find the looking glass.... But I'm sort of lost here.
Well... I'm trapped. And I can't get out. And I'm scared and frustrated and I keep trying to give up and just cry but for some reason I won't let myself.
Because I have to finish this what-ever-this-is before I can come back.
And I didn't want to admit it but I need you. Because you're kind of the only thing that has kept me from going mad lately.
Sometimes I still look up at that second star to the right and wonder if you're looking there too.
It hurts me to think that you might not be, so I just pretend you are, even if you aren't.
Not to boast, but I think I'm really good at that. I can believe in anything I want to. I know that may not make sense to you but that's because it's all pretend. I can pretend all I want. But when real things come along that are just as good as all my pretendings, it freaks me out a little. I can't be sure if its all true or really real because its all I ever dreamt of.
My heart was
aching to return and so I tried to go there yesterday- Neverland I mean- but I couldn't. It
seems
something has gone missing... But then I remembered giving it
to you. So it all makes sense.
You'll always have a special place in this broken heart of mine, you know. It's called Neverland. And I hope you'll come pay a visit sometime.
your dreamer
Marley Kay
