New Normal

He started lately noticing things weren't the same. The stairs used to be easy to climb, and weren't so oddly shaped. And he went to the store it didn't seem like such a big deal. Now there is a bit more there than what used to be, and I guess some would say a lot there, but what is 100kg, or a bloated abdomen anyway. He doesn't remember when these changes started, or also where it will end. Like a ball in midflight his fate was already decided. Even if he decided against it, or wanted so badly to change it. 

His wings were't so noticeable at night. And although the bloated abdomen is quite a lot and prevents him from going up the stairs, the most embarrassing part is the tail. Thorny and likely poisonous. Even with Kafka's novel being widespread the metamorphoses took everyone off guard. It also hinted that maybe his parents haven't been so honest with him about his upbringing, but then I guess who is. 

He walked at night and wondered a lot of things, he had always liked the stars, but now was worried he was like a fly drawn to light. Even though people proved that wasn't a thing. It still worried him, and he still kept returning to it in his head. 

But he eventually became alright with this, and in the silence of the night he had a glimmer of hope, and he thought things wouldn't be so bad.

Someone else thought he looked like a freak and threw a large soda out the window. 

Theres always tomorrow.