I am stiff.
Unmoving.
Trapped in a chrysalis. New formed wings beating against the same restraints.
Waiting, waiting.
Blind and yet, I see colours.

My body full of energy waits here. I am lonely. I am cold. I want to touch but I cannot feel.
All I trust, familiar.
And yet I fear the loss of it.

I am trapped. The chrysalis my mind.