Yelling:"What's so scary about beginnings?"

You scared? I'm not...
Oh,I know I'm trembling, but it's..errr..cold? (haha..who am I kidding)

Beginnings.What can be, what will be, compare and contrast.Sum up..stare at the result.
Responsibility. I guess that's all there is to it.Tough to handle.True...

I feel like Gregor Samsa...turned upside down, a bug...changed, changing, trying to get back on my ...six feet?! *ponders*The ceiling looks smaller from this perspective...
And I can change...*dancing*.
This is how my metamorphisis begins.Slowly but surely.I have no clue where it is going to take me, how far I'll go, but there's surely nothing like being nudged in the right direction.
So, bring on the comments, no matter how nasty, how blunt, how in my face.
And I'll bring on the poems...the attempts , the drawings.