“i feel like i’m almost on the verge of becoming”.
“becoming what?” he asks.
“me…i think…more me…”
“what does that mean?
“i don’t know exactly. i just have glimpses, breaths of moments really, when i can feel that there is an emerging…” of what, i do not know yet.
“into what?” he asks. and i wonder if i imagine the note of derision in his voice, or if it is my own demons mocking me.
“into something more than i am …”