Watching myself change.
It's like a backwards moth-esque cocoon cycle.
Innocent caterpillar.
You watch it spend days and careful planning preparing a cocoon.
Then weeks reconstructing itself inside.
Emergence is the disappointment to this story.
My life works backwards.
You wait so long to meet that beautiful butterfly.
And each time, another form of larvae emerges instead.
To grow into a new caterpillar and restart the process.
Will I ever meet my butterfly?
My body is eroding.
My mind is eroding.
My life is burning beneath me.
My being is slipping into the unknown.
After going through so many lives, I can't help but wonder what's next. I know I can't control or choose it, but I want to know. I wonder if I'll do this my entire life.
