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Sitting Still

I sat still and allowed the chrysalis to form around me.

As the clock counted down, everything liquefied.

All thought and form became intangible. They were lost to me.

I sat still and watched the chrysalis thicken around me.

There was no struggle.

There was only surrender.

It was strangely comfortable to be bound in that way. I felt safer, despite the fragility of that thin shell.

Even the unfamiliarity of my body and my thoughts was somehow… fine.

Security and uncertainty danced in perfect rhythm.

The urge to come out was neither expected nor surprising. It just was.

Had I grown wings?

Had all that had been formless and tentative taken bold, definitive action?

Would the world understand what had been transformed?

Would I?

I sat still and watched.