I see myself chasing the black rabbit, I can't help myself when I know that chasing him will lead to fields of sorrows, and burrows of dead ends & no returns. Blindly, I follow, stumbling on the unseen obstacles I scrape my knees, hands and shins. The tiny abrasions cut like pins into my skin. But there is no time for self pity now. Or else the black rabbit will not wait.
And then I see him beckoning beside the rabbit hole. Come, he says, it a place of utter darkness, devoid of light. It is safe, and other one can find you here, no one else would miss you for some time yet. You can be here, your thoughts can come to.. But once you go in, it's a dead end. There is no return to a good life, no way out. So you need to chose now, if this is how you want things to be. And down the rabbit hole I go.
