Alone
All I wanted was to get out of this world.
This fabricated world.
A world where we are born without hearts.
Not knowing good nor bad.
We acted the way we are taught, right?
How can we act good if we were never taught such thing?
I read this book once, that father had on his book shelf.
One about making friends.
How to treat them.
How to be a good friend.
I want to treat my friend well.
Like the book says.
The friends I have in this world don't count.
The Lady in Red, the mannequins, the dolls…
Because they are paintings and things like me… with a soul.
No, I want as real one.
Until it happens, I'm here, drawing my dreams in paper and crayons.
Playing with dolls~
Then I sense something…. Or someone!
They entered this world..!
A girl…
With a lovely red rose!
And a young man… with a blue one!
I think I'll go greet them!
I'm not alone anymore.