the toy that someone inevitably picks up because it looks pretty gets picked up often. it gets loved, gets attention. but then comes a time when something else beckons - like work, or family, whatnot.
that's when the toy is left.
not to say that the toy isn't important - the toy's role is quite crucial in times of crisis. it's a symbol of safety, of normalcy, if i may. it is something some may cling to as a token of the past, or an ideal, or maybe even a dream of an idea of how a person may be.
..toys.
they can be dreams. however real or unreal, there are the things that you hold to yourself each night when you go to sleep, because 'everything else' can't be trusted. just like a certain cousin of mine said: i love walt disney's productions. they're so beautiful. and yes i believe in the romance in those productions. that's what you can hold on to when you go to bed at night.
..and he, in typical fashion, said that it is not possible in real life in the following breath.
"that's why i love walt disney's," he would say, "because that's the ideal. my kinda ideal."
...by and by, i'm beginning to see how he sees it.
and i wonder, if it's such a bad/good thing being a toy.
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