Time for some deep reflection.

My surface shall remain as calm as dead sea.

And I shall be undergoing metamorphosis.

This is the period where I become the cocoon or something, all wrapped up in protective layers, waiting to fly.

I shall remain silent for times I should have remained.

Thoughts have reminded me of how hard reality has shaped me. Who have I become? This is definitely not what I intended to see. Oh.

Seriously.