This hurts,
this lack of peace, after a small taste of Sweetness.
I'm back where I used to be, back with the hounds.
There's all this possibility of Life around me, and all I can think of, all I can handle right now is the
Lack Thereof within me.
The joy around me is haunting, taunting, and all that's left is a hollow shell of...
Me.
I have molted before my time, and
it's taking too long
to regrow my Line of Protection.
My defenses are down.
The world around me is not the problem;
the Cosmos Within is my demise, and it's all I can do to survive myself in this


Time of


Regrowth and



Profound Uncertainty.