"Little doll I can't forget
smoking on a cigarette;
in my life a real queen
prettiest thing I ever seen."
Supposedly, dolls are even more frightening than clowns. Especially the old ones with their blurry, unblinking eyes and their gloomy appearance. There's still much you can tell about the owner when you look at the doll, probably that is why they're that fascinating... and still they're never the way we think they are.
They remind us of somebody's childhood, maybe of our own, of the dreams we had, the time we spent on never knowing what tomorrow would bring. Dragging us into a hole of memories; old, forgotten ones and those we would never think we'd remember. I guess, they scare us because they reflect the truth as well as the lies. The good as well as the evil. The humble as well as the proud. Our own ridiculously simple mind.
Today, I found one - and eventually threw it away in anguish and trepedition. Weird.