He's a real nowhere man, sitting in his nowhere land, making all his nowhere plans for no one. Isn't he a bit like you and me?

I dream of things that begin with the letter M, now. And riddles-Meaningless things that are repeated through a thousand tongues-Make more sense to me than not, now. I find myself befuddled by the words of normal people, don't understand their gestures, their meanings.

And yet, I feel as if I am handicapped by my own humanity.

Doesn't have a point of view, knows not where he's going to…

I feel like I'm going to jump off a cliff, you know. And then it won't be the end, not for a very long time. The people behind me say that it will be and end, but then I think of a smile filled with pride, and warm arms. I think I'd jump, you know.

Because, you know. It's not the end.

I feel like it's the end all over again when I wake up in the morning, think that I am alone and breath in something like humanity. The smell coats my tongue and gives a vaguely sweet, yet acrid taste.
Did you know that Alice never came back to Wonderland after she went through the looking-glass? She didn't jump, you know.

You probably don't understand what I'm saying, and you most likely never will if you don't try. Keep looking through the looking glass, and maybe you won't see your reflection. Maybe you'll see someone else, and something you didn't quite expect. After all, there is always desire spelled backwards, and wayward boys who forgot how to dream.