03-16-2019, 06:51 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]The sun was setting over the marsh, turning the green-brown colors of the swamp gold and sweet. Selby tended to a row of potted plants that he didn’t remember receiving, humming some lullaby that he had long forgotten the words to. The passage of time was strange to him, and he felt that the days of his childhood had been stolen from him and given to some other child.
He was eleven months now, almost a year old. His stocky kitten body was now proportionate, his legs long and slender. His kitten fluff had molded into sleek, dark, feathery fur. His dark eyes had faded to a warm yellow that flowed like lanterns.
Selby looked, in every sense of the word, grown up. But he didn’t quite feel that way. The days had flown by and his body changed without his consent and he felt so very small and kit-like and he didn’t know anything about anything that mattered to anyone and and and-
But, he supposed, that was life. The words to the song of life were unknown to everyone and anyone who claimed to know them knew less than those who knew they know nothing.
There are worse things to be than grown up, with worse things to be doing than gardening, and worse places to be doing them. All in all, it wasn’t a bad deal.
//skksk this probably doesn’t make sense but I’m back and happy to be here!!
He was eleven months now, almost a year old. His stocky kitten body was now proportionate, his legs long and slender. His kitten fluff had molded into sleek, dark, feathery fur. His dark eyes had faded to a warm yellow that flowed like lanterns.
Selby looked, in every sense of the word, grown up. But he didn’t quite feel that way. The days had flown by and his body changed without his consent and he felt so very small and kit-like and he didn’t know anything about anything that mattered to anyone and and and-
But, he supposed, that was life. The words to the song of life were unknown to everyone and anyone who claimed to know them knew less than those who knew they know nothing.
There are worse things to be than grown up, with worse things to be doing than gardening, and worse places to be doing them. All in all, it wasn’t a bad deal.
//skksk this probably doesn’t make sense but I’m back and happy to be here!!