Alice in Wonderland

Alice in Wonderland

It felt like I travelled down time.

Gift of time, that’s the name of a postcard

Write a note and send it to somebody

My postcard, it has no destination.

Love means accepting each other for who they already are.

Their inadequacies, their perfections, their everything.

Love means not having to change.

Love means not finding excuses.

Love means being brave for who you care for.

Love is selfish. It is greedy.

It is a small kid asking for one sweet, two sweets, three, many more …

Love means to wait,

For your loved one to come home, to you

And when you stop waiting,

That’s when love stops, too.

Love is concern, never paranoia.

Love is the constant pursuit of chocolates.

Love is empathy, not sympathy.

The postcard is empty.

No destination, no recipient, no message.

The coffee has turned cold.

Love. 

Sometimes I wish somebody understands.

 It’s as though I’m fighting a battle, alone and lonely.

Do you hate your life?

I’ve to return to the hospital twice weekly for six months, tops

For my blood tests and liver diagnosis.

Today, they just took yet another three tubes of blood from my left arm.

The last I counted, it’s the tenth injection since.

My arms are filled with injection marks.

Probably getting another round of sympathy after this, sighs.

 How's that for a life? Hate yours? Think again.

The doctor says

Don’t give yourself pressure. 

Don’t overwork yourself. 

Don’t go back to school.

How can I not?

An event that I was so excited about, but now I can’t go for,

Because your body isn’t equipped for sports now

I’m facing immense pressure.

I want to cry so badly.

I’ll be a coward, hide in my blankets where I feel safe.

I want to be a normal, healthy 18-year-old girl.

I don’t want to go to the hospital all the time.

I don’t want to take blood tests.

I just wish all of this could be over soon.

Dear John,

Can you borrow Alice your shoulder? 

It's raining again. 
It rains all the time, these days.