"Where does your head go when everything around you falls colorless and silent?" The little white owl asked Alice. Alice shook her head, sharply inhaled and replied, "Nowhere extraordinary but perhaps that's the point. Sometimes I draw it out... to give the colorless madness a voice."
And while she gazes upon the night sky, Her mind unwinds, And her soul takes flight Towards the stars. She lets go And then she's gone. Back to the place Where it all began; Back to the place Her being belongs.