it's like i am carrying a seven month old foetus in my chest....
i feel the bile rising,
quite like morning sickness
i feel the taste of puke in my mouth...
i know i crave for something,
though i really dont know what i want...
this 'pregnancy' makes me want to throw things
i have to restrain though,
for the sake of others...
but in the end, it makes me produce ...
what you see right now is my baby...
my flesh and blood...
i love it...
it is beautiful in my eyes...
you may hate it...
i really dont care..
its mine... only mine...
