A child's abandoned toy. An old decaying shack on the coast, seemingly untouched for years. A room full of lonely toys with pleading eyes. A rotting bed and a plastic angel figurine, her wings supporting abundant life, impaled on the rusty mattress springs. A pervasive odour of unpleasant tidings. Two creatures, original tags of sale still attached, lie upon the blanket of dead leaves, meant for an adorer they could never quite reach.
3 comments:
you are just so strangely yet impressively weird.
<3
I will never know how you manage to make that so close to being sad and touching, despite that on the surface they're just objects.
Happy birthday, you little scamp! :-*
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