I have so
Much fun

Climbing up
& riding solo

On the tall rolling
Ladders stationed
In my Mind. I hang

lil’ paper
Cut-outs

Stringed

Together

From me[n]tal
Rafters, deep in
Cerebral corners.

—-

I walk through
My halls, alone.

Looking at the
Figments I have
Hung, and sigh
Contented, at a job
Well Done. I don’t
Require to know
Whether any of
Them breathe
Or feel like you.

—-

I was never one
To play with dolls.

I am still uncertain
I Would even enjoy
The real thing, if
I ever got my
Hands on them.