I wish that more could have been done. I wish she could have spoken up earlier before things became too much.
I wish she could have seen the better side of things. I wish she wasn't so young.
*picture is originally from http://philosophyofwater.wordpress.com/2013/01/30/alice-in-waterland/
12/21/2013 (Saturday)- Blue Sails
Alice was a sullen little girl.
They just didn’t know...
How each night she sailed away on blue sails to lands of fiction, to tranquil seas, to a life that used to be. How each day she chased white rabbits with reckless abandon, chasing away bad memories, and folding torn white paper roses.
How each day they hurt her with sticks and stones and words. How each night she sat in silent bruises as her parents waved it off as children playing.
They just didn’t know why,
She jumped through the looking glass.
She was escaping an old, cold world.