Somnus v1

[Somnus mumbles.]
Normal is an illusion created by your mind. The coldness, the lack of feelings you get every second you live is normal for one such as yourself but is chaos for anything truly alive. Though I speak of this I could never truly understand or explain it to others. My words are as empty as the space inside my fursuit. I am nothing but frames, able to twist and form into new shapes, but without a skin I will only be seen as a frame. Incomplete. Unusable. Junk. My fake skin that I must handcraft is the only a defense I have to protect myself from my very being. I could never expect one such as yourself, one who has never yearned for life, to understand my plight.