Like a yearning for a body that I can't fully picture but know I once had, an ache in my soul for limbs I can't recall having. I want to be stretching out my true form, muscles rippling under scales, tentacles lashing the air, seeing through my actual eyes, tasting the smells on the air, feeling my core swelling...I still can't even fully picture what I'm supposed to look like but I know it. I know it in my bones and those bones ache for the proper shape. Is this an alter rearing its head? Is this me?
I need to learn to draw when I'm in these moods. Maybe I can put it together by tracing the line of the skin that was denied to me.
