Ever get that feeling that your not the one in control of your own body? Sort of seems like your there but not there... Your kinda lingering over your own head watching as your life pans out the way it shall. Routinely carried out tasks makes this zombie of a person who is to be you goes about business and you can't interrupt for he/she can't hear you. Sort of like a dog being neglected by his owner, holding that leash, but the robot doesn't budge from his train track of a life. Change is the only way to derail this express service, when will the lay over happen again. Lay overs allows the doll to move and gather life for itself. Living is... Sometimes I think its too late, but carefree is the way to go. Too much to be seen... Eyes are open to the walls surrounding it and the sledge hammer is in hand, fuck that wall... I break things. I'm ready...

~KiRa