There she lies, living rag doll. Blinking eyes, leaping lungs, frozen in time, stiff and numb. Awakened soul behind a blinded mind. Willfully muted, screaming inside. Puzzle pieces of reality collide inside of a body secretly alive. There she lies, living rag doll.
Lost in this state of obscurity An intangible place between make believe posing itself as nostalgia and future fantasy, leaving no space for a present with senseful purpose. An aspiring wordsmith, lacking faith that there will ever be a sufficient abundance or configuration of words to describe this pseudo place or tell me the way out.