LookingPalms sweating, back twitching, just a glance setting me off. Oh god you're looking back, what do I do? Shuffling my feet, biting my lip, you start to approach me. Now it's getting bad. Are my teeth clean? Hair combed? I notice your every detail. A warm grin reflects from your complextion, my mug only responding with a crooked smile. I take your hand in mine; smooth, delicate porcelain. Day One- So far success.
Change For BetterIt was a slow process. A frightning, uncomfortable, slow process. Not painful, no... In a way it was, pleasurable? Becoming something else, becoming something new. Like a clean slate. I had no name, no identity to hold high. No pictures, no recordings or writings or drawings. It's not like I hadn't existed before, it is just that noone cared much for my existence. Who would care for me anyways, a slithering parasite on the face of the planet, squirming with all the other slithering parasites. It wasn't until now I actually had a chance, a chance to be something. But who knows how long this would last, my new form. My long white mane, my tall figure, my eyes- those purple eyes. I never knew sight before, and now with this new-found sense I realize that I had been really missing out. Color and shades, the light and even the dark, all things I was blind to. It's a sad fact, that some creatures are born into a world of darkness, lacking hands to touch or a voice to sing with. Almost