bees: what if they can feel pain?
what if smoke can get into their lungs and it can collapse and they can comprehend the hollowness of being lonely.
slugs:
i like freedom and i wanna do my own things and think my own thoughts.
i can’t live without my mum. it’s a slimey feelings, i was never taught to love but i want to be better. it feels slimey and it feels like being poured salt onto. like i’m the slug. like i feel disgusted at me for not doing anything. just being.
i want to be happy but it seems that where the two people's happiness overlap? it is not an existing place. slimey. slip and slide.
