The silence of being alive
The feel of my breath as it leaves my lungs
The rustle of leaves as they scatter under foot
And a gentle mist that caresses me as I walk
Little moments captured in my minds eye.
A path that leads away
An end you cannot see
I am the white rabbit
I may not lead you to somewhere safe
But I will lead you to somewhere new.
Came across this on the www. I wish I find this White Rabbit.