Dear Martha

a flamboyant sartuday morning so I thought. I looked down beyond the horizons just to find comfort. it was an enclosure only the chosen ones where allowed to leave. more or so nobody knows what went wrong. everybody had a story but only relatives could tell it better. it was a place where your truth never mattered. there was one girl that carried a doll people said it could talk but nobody paid attention why they allowed it to be among us as its peers. one thing for sure it was loved.i heard its still talking till today. in darkest night ,we made circles on a summer hut. a place where secrets become stories of the day. pain was turned into laughter. happiness to sorrow. one thing remained everybody longed for home. but where was home? here or outside? both stink with hopelessness. in end home is the people we met share pain,laughter and joy. Thats where I met Martha the girl with a doll. smiles upon smiles, mood shifts, joyous,above all energetic. what went wrong. Beauty with brains. an epitome of courtesy. love , really? nope. she is just agirl who has a story to tell. I met a friend in a hopeless place. somebody tell me where this place is. right now its a memory. Good luck.