To feel this way is a dangerous, dangerous thing.
There’s a gnawing, crippling, agonizing yearning inside me.
I assumed it was the jinn or the devil at one point: A muse whispering terrible truths.
Silly.
The yearning turned out to be a human need: A yearning for
freedom.
A newfound human discovery.
My mind is not cruel to me anymore. My mind is kind.
My mind tells me that I am just as human as him. We’re Flesh,
blood, and bone.
And so we’re equals.
My mind tells me that I am not the lesser, the inferior, or
the smaller.
This frightens him. It’s a dangerous, dangerous thing.
