And then I stopped.
And I thought, wow. I can stop this creature I live inside.
I can make her obey me, if I want to.
If I practice at it.
If I keep her appeased.
But I, the I that I think is me, didn’t want to stop.
The other me, the observer me, she was calling the shots.
She made me make her stop.
I can make her love me now, if I want to.
If I throw all my energy at it.
If I keep her ego pleased.
But I, the I that I think is us, sees end results.
It probably won’t get any better than this.
This creature is overly animated.
This creature often refuses to simply quit.
Maybe destroying her is what I must do.
I’m starting to get good at it too.
If I can just keep her asleep…
Anything could happen for me.
Finally.