Has it reapproached ? Has it come anew? Am I still capable of those give and take games? Have I not yet been crippled?
I changed my shape. Now I long to go back into the old me, for I have a new vessel now. A place to pour my rainbows down, to dip my soul to rest. But somehow I can not reach my old state yet. Somewhere in my old path I lost something meaningful, which I dread to save. If I can be the mahadevi again, if he can turn me into his energy, if we can mould ourselves into one subsistence.
My resistance. My rocket. My safety net.
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