We're all a little mad. A little insane. A little psycho. On the inside. We usually know how to control that small part of us. But what happens when it builds up? What happens when it claws its way out? You snap. Correct?

Sometimes when we snap, we murder people.
Parents.
Animals.
Friends.
Sisters
Brothers?

Sometimes we kill ourselves.
Weather by:
Burning.
Drowning.
Knives or Ropes.

But sometimes... People try to help us.. sometimes people cause our madness. The thing that leads to those horrid acts is them trying to fix us. And por fixing us they put us in a room. With a jacket. And isolate us from everyone else. We soon forget what as cores are. What grama and flores and trees look like. What clean light oxygen fills like in our lungs. We forget the sweet voices that sing music.

So we escape. We go into a part of our mind that has not forgotten everything and me berço and caress it. We escape to a dream. A sanctuary.

A place where flores have faces. Where rabbit's can talk. Where a hat maker sits at the end of mesa, tabela all too big for just him, and his two companions. Where a cat speaks in riddles. Where a lagarta, caterpillar knows everything. A place ran por not one, but two queens. One loved por everyone and the other who is feared por all. Where everyone is waiting.. for the arrival of a girl. A girl that is foretold to bring down the Evil One.

But this place. This escape... is crafted por the thoughts of everyone who's in its imagination. So, this escape.

This... Wonderland.. and the stories behind it.. are much darker than most believe.