Dolls never cry...

Dolls never cry... They are tired. Tears have dried. Besides, who would want a doll with tears? This isn't why they exist. Those baby-toys were made for crying. Pencil soldiers were made for pain. Puppies with sad eyes and shaking tails were made for compassion.

Dolls never cry... Their cheeks are carefully covered with blush. On their lips red lipstick shines. Their beaded, silky long dresses are bright clean and smell freshness.

Their eyes! Their beautiful shiny eyes, locked in the castle of black eyelashes, are so bright!

Dolls never cry...

If they do, the tear will escape from the castle and will become black from makeup. During its journey, it will destroy the blush, ruin the lipstick and stain the silky dress.

This is why dolls always have a stone heart. A heart so strong, capable of holding inside an entire, fierce ocean of tears...and a hope...

That someday dresses are gonna get old, shiny hair are gonna get dull. And then, two hands are gonna throw them in a dark corner.

And there... they're gonna cry. They're gonna cry a lot. Tears will make them beautiful! Really beautiful! Alive! Real!!!

xoxo
B.