(Please excuse the unnecessary length and dramatics)
To feel like a changeling, one that grew so accustomed to the life of being human, that it slowly denied ever not being one. That it IS the real child. That its memories are its own, and not stolen from a body and self implanted. To feel like an actor that’s been playing a part for years, but has slowly forgotten the character, the set, even the play. Unable to even understand the reality of the situation, he continues on, trying to form a cohesive plot with the scraps he can remember. To feel like a robot, programmed with […]