How like a prison the mind can be! One way in, one way out, and that’s only if you can find the right door…
Come Josephine in my flying machine;
Going up she goes,
Up she goes…
Balance yourself like a bird on a beam;
In the air she goes, there she goes… (1)
It seems like the easiest, most natural thing in the world, really—knowing your own mind. It is, after all, inside your own head, isn’t it?
Yet, we do unthinkable things. We dream impossible dreams, paint roses red, become our own destruction, get lost in the impossible maze of passages and locked doors deep in the catacombs of our own minds…
And even if you find the right door, you are still alone at the end of the passage, sitting in the dark outside a door that is not yet guaranteed to open…
Up, up a little bit higher,
Oh, my, the moon is on fire;
Come Josephine in my flying machine,
And the key? Do you have the key, or have you left it on the table, forgotten? Could you even reach it now, since your self-destruction has made you so small?
Sometimes when we choose to venture down the rabbit hole, there is no way out.
Concentrate, now. You have listened to me, this voice inside your own head, for too long. Find the door, find the door…
What will you discover lurking in your own head, hidden in the corners, curled in the closets, hiding under the beds? What lies in wait just outside the edges of the moonlight shining through the dark windows?
The reflection of a shadow flicks across a mirror, and your thoughts are scattered with fear like a deck of cards springing from a shaking hand…
Curious and curiouser… (3)
Perhaps the dark shadow was a memory you wish to forget, some long-ago betrayal, a tucked-away hurt that you intended never to revisit, an imperfection you can never fix, a dark desire, a sin you committed that you wish to keep hidden…
Or perhaps the shadow in the mirror was your own self, longing for a vehicle that could swallow you, so that you come out the other side different, clean, and whole.
But even if you do, you are still alone, curled and shrunken on the floor, the key still unreachable on the table, an unyielding door in front of you.
…Up, up, a little bit higher,
Oh, my, the moon is on fire;
Come Josephine in my flying machine
1 “Come Josephine in My Flying Machine” by Maire Brennan; www.lyricsondemand.com
2 “Come Josephine in My Flying Machine” by Maire Brennan; www.lyricsondemand.com
3 Carroll, Lewis. Alice in Wonderland.
4 “Come Josephine in My Flying Machine” by Maire Brennan; www.lyricsondemand.com
Story Written By: Kelsea King, B.A.
Images By: Ashley Beige Photography
Model: Nicole Biggerstaff
Wardrobe: Inspire Me Boutique, South Bend Indiana
HMUA: Nicole Biggerstaff, stylist at Salon Rouge Mishawaka Indiana
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