there is something morbid about forgotten dolls. it looks somewhat like a crime scene. and i feel a little bit like a worn ragdoll again, it happens every now and then. perhaps it has to do with the intensity of changing countries, spending lots of time with different people, missing my flight, and getting that weird brain frequency which sums up to thinking in strange paths and patterns.
thinking about it some more, it would suit me more being a worn barbapapa then a ragdoll.
i hope you guys will check out my last post and join my new addiction. and that the beginning of 2012 has been good to you. remember that the winter is not over, better accepting (enjoying) it than fighting it! coffee, anyone?