Album: Endless Winter
Yesterday, I wanted a new hair-style, new inkings, new piercings.
Last night, I dreamed I had a pair of piercings, on my pelvic bone.
Suddenly I wonder if I've already begun undergoing metamorphosis, have already started (or completed) the weaving of my gossamer cocoon, and am now waiting, with the rest of the world, to see what will emerge.
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