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Note: Hello another chapter again! Sorry if this chapter is small, but I am trying to slowly integrate and build my story.
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Nine Months
Time was nonsensical. Any thoughts, emotions, sounds, and actions burst in wild fervor. Any meager resemblance of control that can be grasped is held bruising tight. Black, yellow, and purple bruising invisibly forms.
Time is now sensible, flowing undeterred within my knowledge. Time, for me now has reference, a start, vague as it is: Months. Around nine months I have lived and breathed in my new shell, struggling against my mind and body. Nine months to regain control, but the strained effort, as always, bears fruit.
My outbursts of emotions and the consequences that follow are now soften, slowly becoming muted the longer I thrash against its tide. My body sluggishly acting in accordance to my whims, however short the period is. My mind brimming in awareness, curiosity, and comprehension. The once blurred world is now clear and focused. I now know a resemblance of balance. A faltering balance of my mind and my body. I now stand with wavering muscles.
Nine months became a point of reference when that woman was overcome with joy and surprise. When she babbled congratulations, love, and the only words I should care for: nine months. Nine months that had felt like years.
Standing should not seem like a feat, but in this moment it was. This was a conquering moment. I could not help but bask in this, bask in my tattered pride and accomplishment of an insignificant feat.
I can stand. I can improve. I can become a mirrored image of me from before. Cracked and hazy, but a resemblance to the past. Sentimental yet I could not scourge up an ounce of regret for a little comfort. No matter how much comfort is an absurd notion, it stays and wants.
Now to move. To Walk. Improve.