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.
