Compassion, grace, nonsense. Taste. What began in chaos settled into gratitude

 

Compassion, grace, nonsense.

Taste.

What began in chaos

settled

into gratitude.

Let the cards land where they will.

No need to shuffle fate—

just enough

to keep madness

from threading through

the seams.

The Mad Hatter

never stayed the same.

Always chasing noise,

delighted by the mess.

He talked and talked

until meaning disappeared.

I listened—

tilted my head just enough

to let it all pass.

Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum

appeared

just as expected—

full of riddles,

half-truths,

roundabout games.

I watched.

Smiled when it was polite.

Laughed when they wanted me to.

They never noticed

my silence

was a map.

I didn’t need to win.

I stayed.

Let the confusion play out.

Moved slowly,

intentionally.

So if you feel bold—

take your chance.

Try your logic.

Offer your edge.

Just know—

while you were busy performing,

I was waiting.

Reading the board.

And when the dust settled,

the girl you thought was lost

had already left

the maze.