St. Alice of (my) Insanity

Alice has become my Patron Saint of Insanity. I pray to her nightly.

Alice, give me the strength to decipher all the voices in my head. Grant me courage to face all the maddening memories that wander aimlessly through my mind. Once upon a time I was sane. I quickly learned sanity is overrated (Thank the March Hare for that).  Give me the stamina to keep chasing the White Rabbit down this wretched hole. There are answers on the other side that will quench my curiosities, "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" "Who.Are.You?" Please, Dear Alice, guide me through the Valley of the Red Queen. Allow me to keep my head as I steal the freshly painted roses. Send the grinning moon to light my way through the garden where stars twinkle in tea pots made of sugar and madness. Sweet Alice, sometimes perfect is too perfect. I've lost my hat some where in the Garden. I'm going sane. The Dormouse won't speak to me. "Twinkle, Twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at!" Amen.