So close yet so far. I felt the sensation of flying the other day. I miss it already. It felt like freedom.
Sadly today I'm ill. Not sure what's caused it but here it is, making me nauseous and fuzzy headed. And my paranoia is acting up. Mostly towards my mother. She's trying to protect me from things I've known about for a while. I wish she would just trust me to protect myself these days instead of weakening me and poisoning me to keep me away from it all. She still sees me as a weak child with no concept of the truth. I'm getting to grips with who and what I am and I don't mind it.
Even if it turns out that I'm what many would call a monster I wouldn't mind. That is my past, not necessarily my future. Those who have bathed in blood may become clean by bathing in water.
And the shadows hold no fear for me now. But for my mother I think she fears the doors she has opened and the paths she has walked. Maybe, like me, she had no choice. She just needs to accept who she is and move on. The light can live with the shadows. They don't need to be so separate.
Times have changed and will continue to change. I am what I am the same as everyone else.
