insanity

i'd entered wonderland

through a gateway in my mind.

it unraveled,

shattered to pieces,

as it rejected the reality i'd refused to accept.

the dust bunnies jumped

as i opened the door.

the world around me burst

into color and excitement

as the walls began to breathe

and the wood grain in the tables

swirled into a flurry of patterns

that shared with them the secrets

of the universe

like great hieroglyphs,

only to be seen by my eyes.

the television showed static

but it talked to me in a low voice.

God?

i don't know.

maybe.

it would whisper to me

as i wrote,

tell me what to write.

the letters on the page danced and swayed

across a vast white floor

that cascaded into infinity.

the patterns filled my head,

pupils dilated,

hands grasping for things that weren't there,

faces and stories showed through everything

like still life paintings.

have i lost my mind,

has this reality taken over,

when will wonderland go away?

i want to keep talking,

keep exploring,

keep moving through this world,

but the television is telling me to stop.