Lately I've come to realize, how many of us, humans, are just like broken dolls. I know I am.
The people we were given to, did not know how to play with us, they broke us. They don't know how to fix us. They leave us to mend ourselves. And not many of us manage that. We are weak and mostly alone.
I am not saying that we weren't loved. A child also loves her doll, evern whilst tearing it's limbs off. It just doesn't know any better.
I've also come to find how this is connected to my art, my way of thinking. I'd spend a lifetime making broken dolls as perfect as possible again, turning their deformities into necessities.
Give them all the love my sunken soul can give.

-D.