I am in my chrysalis phase. I have spent my life as a caterpillar, but now I must move on, regardless of whether or not my mind is still busy caterpillaring. I have begun to enfold, crystalize, harden into immobility. Most of me will sluff off into primordial goo, but that instar bit, that flash of inspiration, the spark of wit, my...eclectic fashion sense? I feel those hardening within my shell, persisting, striving, continuing out into the universe!
I will go on! I know that this shell of a body is not my destiny - I will live on in one beautiful form or another.
