Pressing me like buttons. A doll with dust on her head. I am inanimate. I am. And I gently watch them. Like Pixar. My life is a movie. And they don't even notice, but I'm noticing. If only it were quiet I could hear better.
I woke up to something new. Happiness. Only know, it's fleeting, but for now it's here. Like a spider on my wall. At least it loves me for today.
Because things change. People and time and seasons.
And I'm in a chrysalis.
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