LittleCutOutPaperDoll

Clings to the thought of another soul in her arms.

Things change so suddenly, why this time wonder. pity shadowing a poor little box full of selfneglect&lowimage? little miss charity case sleeping in a tinderbox, meaning added through a little help here & there, shoved onto a seperate road according to voices tumbling in a head, rampaging with self importance? higher pedestal dreams perhaps?, or grabbing from the past to puzzle together a future like each individual piece, all jagged edges with the possibility of a hopeful image in the ending. Or just fate? 

Not sure what i beleive, or what i want to beleive. Do I Even Beleive? I Think So...