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.

The Silent Killer

Sadness is like a silent killer. You'll know it's there and even though it won't cause you any physical pain, you'll be dying on the inside and then one day it will take over you completely till there's nothing left anymore to be happy about.

I have been there and in fact, at some point of time in their lives, everyone has or will have to. I mean I look at people around me and I see them crying over stupid things and it suddenly makes me feel as if I'm the strongest person considering the fact that I never cry, no matter what. But I have realized that every person has a different way of being sad. Of saying goodbye. Of letting go.

Crossing Path

Everybody makes mistakes. No one saw mine coming. And there I was, struggling in a whole lot of shitty mess. I didn't know what to do and I was lost with no directions. I decided to run away from it. I decided to forget it and lock it in the dark corners of my mind which I don't cross that often. Everything was going perfectly fine just before the day my mistake stood in front of me, crossing my path.