There was a time in my past that I remember being viciously brave. Where I knew I could chase the stars and fall among the waves of green grass. I had no fear of consequences. I was not afraid of what the world thought of me, and or how I made myself appear.

Now I’m wandering in the vast wonderland, trying to find that same girl from the past. I’m longing for where she went. No, I’m lying.

I’m desperately searching for her in this gigantic universe of fear and forgotten dreams. Where have you gone to Alice?

I’m scared to howl for you, worried how others would see it… Would they pity me for looking for myself? Would my cries sound more as if I’m complaining, when I’m suffering in this dark silence?

Teach me again, how to howl to the moon. Maybe then, I’ll become brave again like you.