February 24th, 2018
That baby doll.
Sitting helplessly forgotten in the unforgiving abyss of time.
That baby doll.
The symbol of our learning, growth, purity, curiosity, infancy...
The symbol of the things we desire and yearn for.
The symbol of everything we've left behind.
That baby doll.
When our minds consisted of only the most simple needs.
That baby doll.
When our minds were pliable and mendable like soft clay.
That baby doll.
The gaping ignorance and unadulterated joy.
That baby doll.
The time that fell between the spaces of our fingers so quickly that we didn't notice.
Like the pure white sand of a beach unmarked by the passing footprints of others.
Unaffected by the violent crashing of waves against its shore.
A beach on the small, deserted island we call innocence.
An island that we lost the way to.
Floating helplessly on a small raft of desolation.
That baby doll.
That contrary to what we may think,
Is never completely lost.
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