Lovely, empty hallways filled with porcelain antiques. Lost and found again. I wish to feel like that. I wish to be lost and found again instead,
like a treasure that's hidden in the sands, just waiting to be discovered again, maybe then I'll have meaning.
To collect and put them on display, for everyone to look at in a afraid, or maybe interested way would be amazing to experience as a human. It would feel natural, as unnatural as it sounds.
To be admired by humans, while not being human at the same time. The beauty of the paint being unchipped, and the shine being just right. That always perfectly clean glossy look after being found.
Never chipped or scarred. Forever loved, admired or even feared by few. Life that way would be comforting. To be paid extra care to for the rest of time.
It's far better than the lonely reality as a human. What I would give to have that sort of attention and love.
-Doll
