From the outside looking in, I can’t quite tell if the creature I’ve become is more monster or animal. An animal… Desperate, howling, lurking in the shadows. Starving in the night and digging for scraps, for anything that could ease the emptiness. Or a monster? A self-serving changeling, an imposter, a thief in the night borrowing the place of someone else.
Maybe I’m nothing more than human. Blocking out those persistent little voices in my head the best I can just to experience the feeling of falling asleep in someone’s arms. Seeking these fleeting glimpses of love when what I want is the real thing, not just pieces of it. Torn between listening to my heart and listening to my mind but making a choice with every step I take.
I sink in deeper and deeper with that ticking clock hanging over me, unwilling to decide. But we’re entwined the whole way down, following the same path. The more time that passes, the farther we drift in the grey, the harder it gets to untangle. Spinning with no end in sight, I can only wonder which one of us will be strong enough to act first.