Why?

I suppose that is my only question.

But then, perhaps not?

Not saying 'Why?' isn't high on my list, yet it's not the only question when I really think about it

And it's not as if the answer 'why not?' could not suffice.

It's just…

I suppose I wanted more.

Silly, I know.

This isn't what I wanted my existence to be at all.

I never asked to be a plaything.

I never asked to be placed on display in such a demeaning manner.

Sometimes, if I shut off all the sound and all the lunacy I can go away.

Nowhere fancy of course, just away.

The world goes dark and I can forget.

I no longer feel your touch,

Or hear your words.

The melancholy sensation in my chest dissipates

And for a brief moment,

I am gone.


This maybe added into 23-42-17-9. It works well with the story, but I'll leave it here for now.