fauxcroft

She jumped down the rabbit hole in search of the mad hatter, hoping he would know, where the key to her heart could be, to unlock the love in which she believed. But the saddest truth was he had gone away, like her true love that had strayed and now was lost in the mists of time that fill our view and leave her blind to the possibility she may think insane but in that state she may find love again. Somewhere far outside the box, she may find the key and then the lock and be happy again until the end of time in a wonderland of eccentric design.