There was once a doll in the world.
A doll that was pure to the core and not used to the world around her.
She would walk around the forest…
Staring up at the sky as the birds would pass above her.
Her eyes wide with wonder and deep inside…sorrow.
“Will I ever be good enough for the world?”
She would ask, extending out her small palm.
“Will there ever be something out there that would make some use of me?”
No one ever come for her.
No one knew she was there.
She was alone as she would wander the lands for all of her life
Till one day she stopped working.
Loneliness was her poison and it killed her so slowly
Starting from her toes till it choked out her last breath.
The only ones to hear her last cry were the trees, the wild life, and the spirits.
She was only a doll, but a doll that wanted to be something more.
Always look for those dolls.