Broken Doll

I am always fascinated by pale faced, ghost like kids roaming around in nooks and corners of their house, dragging a broken doll behind them. Actually I have been there, as a kid. When my favorite doll broke, I used to drag it around the house trying to find a way to fix it even when I knew it was damaged beyond repair. I just couldn't let go. Even when it was all rags and the cotton stuffing was falling out from a hole which was once attached to its arm.

Remembering Him

Remembering him comes in flashback and echos, I tell myself its time now, gotta let go

Building Monsters

I hate it when people change and specially when the new version of that person is so different that its impossible to even recognize them. I'm not talking about physical changes but instead changes which involve things like attitude and innocence. Its horrible to see how time, life and people bruise a person so bad, break their heart into million little shards and build a monster out of someone who was like an angel. But the worst part is that you were right there watching them change and go dark in front of your eyes, and you couldn't do a thing about it.