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wallsofwonderland-blog · 6 years

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Crisp air is filling my lungs, as the leaves dance away to a music I cannot begin to understand. The Flora is rearing up one last time before going to sleep for almost four moon cycles.

I enjoy the aesthetic of autumn.

Cold air smells differently.

Warm air smells like a(n uncomfortable) hug, like dampness, like trees and lakes and children playing in bathing suits.

Cold air smells refreshing, like breaking a dry leaf, like cleaning up your systems and like splashing cool water in your face.

The time between sunrise and sunset keeps getting shorter and shorter. Birds stop chirping all day long, and the Fauna begins to settle down. Everything gets calmer and calmer day by day.

Humans can’t be bothered. They hustle away, in their beautiful cities, looking like glowing castles in the dark black scenery. You can see lights and buildings and movements everywhere you go, showing a strong contrast to the sleeping animals and plants.

Humanity never seems to sleep, to just finish and take a break as a whole.

I wonder if it is comforting to the single one of them, to know that while they sleep and evaluate their life, somewhere out there other humans are busy bringing the species further toward its goals.

It should be.

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wallsofwonderland-blog · 6 years

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This is my attempt at catching wonderland’s beauty at Autumn in tiny little fragments of reality, in tiny little snapshots of life.

This is what wonderland could look like.

This is every day and every night and every waking moment for me. It’s incredible how many people decide to ignore it.

Wonderland look gorgeous in the area it calls Autumn, but it’s still just that - wonderland.

Imagine living in a beautiful place, where every season happens everywhere and not just in designated places - imagine living in a place where the green leaves actually turn red. Imagine living in a place where there are sacred places and ancient rituals like in the tale of Hallowe’en or the custom of going to church on All Souls Eve.

My next-door Fae told me she dreams at night, of a place where you can see your breath for full four months in the year, every year. She said they called it condensation! Can you imagine seeing people speak?

The stag who lives in the big forest, right outside my window trusted me with his most precious knowledge: he wishes to see snow. Imagine that, frozen water slowly turning the landscape white and cold and glittery. Imagine that, a lamp post in the middle of nowhere, making the snow around it glow and glimmer.

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wallsofwonderland-blog · 6 years

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White blankets are covering me, as I lie where I am meant to be.

This bed is warming my heart.

There’s a story behind it, which nobody but me knows. Do you wonder what it is yet? Do you want me to tell you? Well, I won’t!

I have been here so many times, and this place holds so many memories. Good ones and bad ones. Crying nights, happy smiles, joyful laughs. I have been scared out of my mind by the monster behind my window blinds, I have been stressed and I have been tired, but I always found calm in here. This place feels like the arms of the loved one it represents. Here I am closest to her and him. I have done work here, and spent some lazy nights. I have spent hours and hours caught up in a story. Caught up in black ink on yellowed paper, caught up in people talking about fantastic places and adventures.

Sometimes, I can hear their voices as they pass my window, opening to the Dark Wolf, the biggest and most beautiful forest of wonderland, just behind Morpheus’ fields and Urd’s well.

Every adventurer passes wonderland and I can’t wait to see you.

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wallsofwonderland-blog · 6 years

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Do you feel my heart beat, on this perfect autumn day?

The sun is setting and I am longing for a good night of sleep, in my big and cozy bed. I am longing for my pillows made of excellent wonderland cotton. It’s picked by faes from the field of Morphus. He can’t give it to the faes so they steal it - and they give it to me in exchange for my finest stories. They love hearing about this weird place, about the place that is buzzing with humans everywhere you go. Not all of them believe in Earth, not anymore.

I love Earth.

It is beautiful with all its quirks and its funny little animals.

I love just walking down a street and noticing all the little things, seeing all the tiny features of Earth, like a oh-so-serious man showing signs of anxiety as he grips his bag. I love seeing a kid’s eye light up when they look at their mom. I love seeing animals. Have you ever seen a squirrel, carrying a hazelnut? Have you ever seen a dog, proudly carrying the stick back to their best friend? Have you ever really seen that?

Earth’s an endlessly beautiful fictional place.

Many would pay anything to live there.

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wallsofwonderland-blog · 6 years

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This is my pretty little reading corner.

I like to read with the window open, so I can hear the calming sounds of people hustling away to their day-to-day lifes. Busses passing. Children laughing, children crying. The sounds that are outside my windowsill, are the sounds I hear every night when I sleep, I have heard these exact sounds ever since age 3. I don’t want to leave.

I see all four seasons pass, every year they come and go as the only constant there is in my life. Everything else changes. My friends, my love, my age, my knowledge, my poetry and my art. But I will always return to this windowsill, reading and seeing the seasons pass, as everyone around me begins to grow up.

I like to read with the window open because it brings in fresh air and fresh starts. It cuts me out off the world, into my own little bubble, it brings me back to my tiny flat in the corner of wonderland.

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