Maybe I am not even real.
Maybe I am just the embodiment of someone’s emotions.
Like specific ones.
Like fear and sadness.
Might be why I can only be happy for a few brief moments.
Because that is not my job. Happiness.
Almost like being a bacteria (beneficial kind) that imagines itself as a human.
Or longs to be one.
*sigh*
Maybe I am just the embodiment of someone’s emotions.
Like specific ones.
Like fear and sadness.
Might be why I can only be happy for a few brief moments.
Because that is not my job. Happiness.
Almost like being a bacteria (beneficial kind) that imagines itself as a human.
Or longs to be one.
*sigh*