Wandering
Could this be home? Maybe in another life. Or maybe it is the place I imagined for my dolls as a child. It’s possible that it was never meant for me. I could believe that it was only ever meant to be a treasure chest; something to hunt in hopes that it held all of the world’s riches; somewhere for my beloveds to rest…
Yet, after all of that, I have realized that my beloveds cannot rest anywhere, for they are fated to wander with me through my life’s art. These places breathe nostalgia into memories. That is something I know to be true.