They say it's all in my head,
I reply it feels too real.
They say it's all just a phase,
I tell them it is more of a process.

No one understands the pattern,
Only I know what haunts me.
It envelops me and transform me,
Into a nice looking creature within reach.

Only the creature isn't so nice,
It's actually different, in a scary way.
But they don't understand,
That I'm diving deep.

In simple words,
It is referred to as 'Growin up'.
Except, It's much more than that.
It is much more tangled.

It's pattern is like that of a peacock, Interwined yet so beautiful.
Its twist is like that of a spiral coil, strong yet unstable.

There are times of enthusiastic...