…A fine layer of dust encases the old cloth doll
Giving it an antique touch; faded glory
However, its bright beady eyes seem to call
Out to you, imploring you to hear its story…
The sun was nearly blinding on that warm day, the city was extremely quiet since it was a bank holiday. The sky was ocean blue. Heading back from the pub where we had our “Friday afternoon beer” we passed by this abandoned doll. I might be slightly overreacting over the situation, but it really forced me to think about various things. Why some people feel so lonely despite having so many people around? Why we tend to waste our time on painfully useless things instead of spending more time with people we love and we might not have a chance to see again?
Sometimes you really can’t listen to what anybody else says and have to do everything on your own no matter how crazy it might be. Love your fate even though it’s not in your hands. The cards are yours.
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