!OLD STUFF FOUND! -Pictures by me!
Not new :(
Attics are really mysterious and some of them are keeping memories and "old" stuf, that we kept.So ive found an Oc story of Tibs ^^
And i was like: My inspiration is gone and why not?
Enjoy!
I had a life. But it ended with a silent scream. The eyes of darkness were starring. My mothers too. I thought my soul would end like a string of yarn.
Darkness👁️
The elevator was broken... Filled with darkness.. Just like the head of this little doll,lets call her Cherry. Someone wanted to throw her away,how rude. Poor Cherry.
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Back when I was younger,I wasn't afraid,but then my doll fell into the shaft. My childish head told me that I could still save it.
Streching my hand out to the doll was a bad idea. Well it probably was my last.. The little boy almost reached the poor doll.
Almost.... But then he fell and couldnt save the doll. And he couldnt save himself either. I couldnt save myself,what a shame.
I had a life. A mother. A first best friend. A future. I was a son. Maybe a friend and a dreamer. 🪡🧵🪡🧵🪡🧵🪡🧵🪡🧵🪡🧵🪡🧵
I stil am a dreamer. A dreamer who is sewing new dreams. New dolls and new hopes.
For me? For my daughter? For my past? For my old lost friend? For the eyes of my mother..? -------------------------------------------------- I made the doll, I died for the doll, I am a ghost for the doll, I am a doll. Now and forever.
But somehow its fine by me... I smiled silently.
Oh, i am running out of yarn,time to get some new,bye Cherry! ♡
-The End-
(The Author^^:Well i guess i wrote it in the time where i had a baaaaaad mental state... Anyways i am not alone with it,right? Have a nice day byeeee!)
