As I wander through the ink, letters and pages.
I find myself lost.
My maker is gone, chapters between us.
I am now on my own.
It's a scary world out beyond the force of protection.
People are dangerous, they are all preditors hunting for the same want.
There will be a time, where I will crisp and brand new.
But now I must rough through the rips and tears.
And foucus on the happily ever after and my prince charming.
I must learn what it is like to be unwanted before I know what is real.
I need to live before it is to late.