Wishing for dolls
I miss people.
I miss me.
I hate that.
I feel like all of my toys have been put in their own little boxes. My toy chest is practically empty, with nothing but dust, and splinters waiting for their turn. I've opened and closed it so much that the hindges now cry, and one has snapped and started to break. I've given up opening it lately, because too many times have i heard the same cries, and seen the same empty space.
All my toys are gone...
As if I outgrew them, or I'm "not allowed to touch them" anymore,because they're someone else's present now. I look everwhere for new ones. And yeah I find them, all new and shiney, with new accesories,and new buttons to push... but they're never the same as the old ones. The ones that i knew. I knew every nic, scratch, dent, and crack, and every single story behind it. I knew exactly when i found them, and where.
But i have a new toy now, and its with me all the time. I never let it leave. It can do anything. No need for purchase...or finding, or anything...I've had it all along. No need fo its new shine to blind me, because I used to play with it some time ago, and they made me put it away. Guess that didnt work too well.
It talks to me, no need to listen though,
you can feel it while you read.
No need for paper, just me myself and I.
I'm tired of its shackles though, sometimes they're on too tight.
It hurts.
And they dont let go.
It didnt come with a key.
I dont think it was made to be a toy, but thats what its become. Sharpens the senses maybe.
A fine point in life...
Never lose your toys, Because you dont want to become one.
I miss me.
I hate that.
I feel like all of my toys have been put in their own little boxes. My toy chest is practically empty, with nothing but dust, and splinters waiting for their turn. I've opened and closed it so much that the hindges now cry, and one has snapped and started to break. I've given up opening it lately, because too many times have i heard the same cries, and seen the same empty space.
All my toys are gone...
As if I outgrew them, or I'm "not allowed to touch them" anymore,because they're someone else's present now. I look everwhere for new ones. And yeah I find them, all new and shiney, with new accesories,and new buttons to push... but they're never the same as the old ones. The ones that i knew. I knew every nic, scratch, dent, and crack, and every single story behind it. I knew exactly when i found them, and where.
But i have a new toy now, and its with me all the time. I never let it leave. It can do anything. No need for purchase...or finding, or anything...I've had it all along. No need fo its new shine to blind me, because I used to play with it some time ago, and they made me put it away. Guess that didnt work too well.
It talks to me, no need to listen though,
you can feel it while you read.
No need for paper, just me myself and I.
I'm tired of its shackles though, sometimes they're on too tight.
It hurts.
And they dont let go.
It didnt come with a key.
I dont think it was made to be a toy, but thats what its become. Sharpens the senses maybe.
A fine point in life...
Never lose your toys, Because you dont want to become one.