Polly Pockets

I remember playing with Polly Pockets, a world I could control, houses I could oversee. A girl secretly wanting to rule over the world. I was a kid then. Depressed as hell, but happy in my fantasy. Fantasy that a man could rescue me like in Zelda or Mario.

I remember too flying on a plane, mesmerized by the sight below. It had that same look of Polly Pockets, a world that I could dominate.

"It sounds like you want a dog," my writing tutor said when I was 14. After describing my warped view of relationships. Someone had to be my puppet pulled on the strings just like I was to my parents. No idea, no idea that it was warped.

But I still see it in my head now, a memory long forgotten of the world down below.

A world unpredictable and uncontrollable.