Just like Alice with all her singing roses I sit among the blades and hum along to you. I lay in your rays and soak up the earth. My body becomes alive. The gold hits my face, and happiness floods through my veins like a drug. Your warmth caresses me and I am loved. I squint, blinded by your charm. In you, I am perfect. But the moment never lasts. All too soon you are gone. I chase after you, hoping to catch up to your fall behind the hill. The blackness creeps in, you disappear and I am alone. I am cold and shivering, lying in a heap in a field of knives. They cut into me like razors at my flesh. And I must rise, and find peace elsewhere.