A child for a child. That's why i am here.

A child for a child.

My girl's ok. I can see her almost everyday. I think? Is time even the same here? It doesn't matter. It feels like an eternity, but my girl looks ok. How do they take care of her, i don't know. She is happy, and sometimes I hate myself for wishing she wasn't. At least I see no wings. Yet. Will she have wings? And what's inside me ? 

What's inside me, i try not to think about it. Will it be like them? I know I shouldn't think about it. It's not mine.

A child for a child.

I am only the vessel. Or am I? It's inside me, how can i not think about it. For now, It doesn't feel any different. For now.

Unlike I. I do feel different. Sometimes It even feels like i am becoming one of them. It's that place. It's them. Even if I am free to go as I want, leaving this city seems impossible. I don't even know if that's what i want anymore.

I am changing. 

I need to leave before it's too late.