I fear you growing up.
I do not mean I fear you, but rather for you.
You are the dove, longing to become human.
But the world is harsh dear, you do not want to walk among us.
But you are already mutating. You are the dove slowly experiencing what it means to be human.
The pain, the pressure, the curse of thinking; the violence of human feeling.
It may be bound to happen but please do not turn completely.
Always keep the Dove with you.
