The urge comes upon me suddenly.
I seek to stop myself before I begin.
Succumbing or resisting. Neither brings respite.

I retreat to solitude.
Layers upon layers.
Rabbit holes upon rabbit holes.

Burrowing deeper through the thicket.
Looking to stumble across thresholds
Into other realms.
Looking for a path.
And towards.

I hear soft music playing around each bend.
But always it evaporates as I approach.

Where is my White Rabbit
Down the rabbit hole?
Where is my Mr. Tumnus
On the other side of the wardrobe?
Where is my other realm
Of escape?


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