Look out to the future but it tells you nothing.

She's tired today, worn down and rotting from the inside out. She feels the memories slip out of her mind, feels the person she used to be bleeding from her fingertips and the person she should be running for the hills.

She's not anything today, not a girl, not the woman she was, not a pat of Wonderland or anything else.

She's just tired, a little scared and more lonely than she knows what to do with.

She's hidden herself away, not as deep int he tower as she could but enough that anyone would have to actively be looking for her to actually come across her.

She knows someone will be looking soon enough.

But for now, she closes her eyes, lets the bleeding continue ad hopes htat maybe, maybe it will stop.