Why oh why, do I feel like I do the same thing on a cycle.

I feel like a washing machine, spinning and spinning.

But the evil queen put me to sleep. In doing so, my innocence was stolen.

Or did someone above protect me from them taking this from me?

Sometimes she feels like she’s lost her head.

Sometimes I feel like going to the water, the rough oceans and washing away the toxicity in me.

The negative.

I watch as it floats away, like a message in a bottle.

A message asking for help.

But then I’m put back to sleep.

Not again though, the cycle was broken by a moon shadow. A gambler so to speak. It had me singing, “I know you, I dreamt of you once upon a dream.”

Sometimes I think I’m crazy.

Am I writing about myself or someone else? Am I being listened to?

Man oh man I feel it in the bones, I know it. I knew it from the highway 23. The lucky charm.

All I can do is dream, or all she can do is hope right? Or he?

Sometimes I wonder. Can the dirty be washed away.

To be continued…

From… Crazy lace agate, bear. The light to the dark.