⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀”we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀”You must be,” said the Cat, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀”or you wouldn’t have come here.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ZANDER J. CHOI. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ His pale and cold skin resembled the absence of sunlight. The natural warmth of day farewelled thus greeting the dusk. Through the frosted glass windows, light of the eclipse shimmered through. Casting its shadows onto the ivory keys, the moon shone the brightest out of the constellations. Such beauty would make one’s heart admire in awe but made his twist in timidity. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His curly brown locks tousled and velvet dress shirt; the eclipse complimented his components with elegance. Chocolate sweet eyes that couldn’t see well without contacts and soft cherry lips; his smile hardly flashed unless someone special comes along to make him laugh. The sound of laughter, one would say, fulfill one’s life. Fingers playing the sweetest of melodies, yet the melody played was empty of emotion and filled with fear. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ His mind tells him to continue isolating himself from others. But, this dream of Wonderland pulls him to want to care affectionately of all living beings. The fairy-tails and nightmares are twisting into madness, becoming gray of his wants and to-avoids. Could madness be the good of all? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀NINETEEN. BISEXUAL. MUSICIAN. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀CURIOUS OF EVERYTHING. LITERATE.⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀CLASSICAL ENTHUSIAST. EATS ANYTHING. NEUROSURGEON. LITERATE. SWEET AND SEXUAL. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀