I am 21, so why don’t I feel like I am? My mother says I am grown now but I remember my H.S. graduation like it was yesterday. I feel like Alice traveling down the rabbit hole, everyone wanted Alice to grow up all at once, but no one told her how. I believe Alice’s wonderland was her safe haven, a comfort from the reality of her world. I have a wonderland that I dream of, not as elaborate or off the wall as Alice, but just as comforting and more inviting then the reality of my world. One in which people are beautiful, passionate and a world where there are no worries or disappointments; time has no beginning or end, just exists. Time on Earth is swift and taking of youth, but the time in my wonderland runs like a pure stream, existing only to delicately aid you in this understanding of this journey of life.
