I feel cracks inside me, I don’t know how does that happen. It is a wonder to any amoebic, amorphous globular mass who only knew that it was designed to float. He made me feel human-ish. So, now, if anyone asks I refer to myself as humanoid, a human-in-the-making. I can feel. I breathe. Like the fishies in the ocean, I breathe in the air but without gills. Or maybe I do have them but they certainly have not differentiated into organs as is the case with the fish, the salamanders in the oceans or even humans on land. I am still unsure of my anatomy. It is difficult to comprehend. I do not have mind evolved enough. From the human interactions I've had, I have learnt that the humans are the most evolved creatures with the most evolved brains. And, I am limited when it comes to them. I try to emulate but a difference of capability, species-wise, is certainly difficult to overcome. I have learnt that there are stages of evolution for abiotic and biotic things in the world and how there ...
Banters of an enamoured soul, in all shades of grey. Life. Poetry. Some Proses. Light and Dark.