Metamorphosis (on Hold)

It's dark in here. Silent. Lonely. I can't move, I can't breathe, I can't see, hear or talk. It should have opened by now. I should be able to fly now, to live on my own. But I'm so afraid. What if my wings aren't big enough? What if I can't hold my own weight? What if I my colours are dull? What if I get eaten too soon? What if I don't find a mate and waste my life?

On a second thought, in here it's warm. Safe. Silent. Still.

Tight. It's too tight. I can't breathe... I can't breathe! Let me out! LET ME OUT! LET Me out... please
It's too dark. It's too lonely. I can't take it anymore.