Never allowed to form.
Torn away, taken away.
But I guess that's ok.
Who would have known what that stolen life would have formed into, the possibilities more nebulous than any far away galaxy, spiraling into a never-ending chasm of the unknown.
The unallowed form throws itself into this chasm.
Joining the other forms.
Walking on.
Into the darkness.
And I,
I walk with them.
