It’s the year of the rabbit,
I’ve been through a really existential roller-coaster,
And the only certain thing i know in this sea of years,
In this sea of uncertainties,
Is that I’m a rabbit.
I went through that hole without getting back
And some went down searching for me without getting back ,
And i went down wanting to know me and i didnt know where ,
I was learning japanese the other day and a single word irritated me , “where” .
Maybe what brings me back ain’t a place that i belong to , but “where” is it ,
Where is them , and where is i in the first place,
Here goes another theory , go on on a rabbit hole in search/pursuit of wonder , but but but what if , you go there , because you’re running from your self and all its bad acts or character ?
And what if the rabbit hole , and these dimensional worlds going from a narrow hole into a wide landscape, were real , but you weren’t,
What if you , yourself , is the tiny self hallucinations of these worlds…
And what if you didn’t go inside that world out of reality , but rather that that world went on outside you inside of reality , and reality went on outside you inside of that world…
Was it that you went in , because the world demanded it for you to exist in a certain time in a certain space and go in , and if so why demanded , whats your worth when u can’t find yourself , and you want to discover it , jumping in the hole of it , but you’re afraid of jumping in the hole in your self.
What is called the rabbit hole because the rabbit got in the hole , or that the hole gets you to the rabbit ?
Did the rabbit get in the hole or was the hole the entire rabbit’s world ? The entire rabbit’s self ?
We rabbits are happy rabbits
With fear , doubt , hate , shame , sadness , madness , emptiness ..
We rabbits are absolutely happy , glad , thanking rabits.
zaki monzer 