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On Becoming a Bug
I want to forget my name until even the earthworms call me stranger. I want to gnaw through the dark.
I would build a palace in that darkness of stone. Not one of gold or thought, but of chewed stone and spit, a fortress of patient ruin. I would carve tunnels only I could travel, tiny cathedrals no eye would ever witness. I would decorate them with the skeletons of leaves, with the dust of what once was whole.People would call it nothing.
To be a bug is to exist without an audience. To work without applause. To hunger without guilt. To consume because the world touches you and you touch it back. To be so small you stop pretending you are separate.
I want to live like that, under the weight of the world, inside its damp breath. I want to dig until I forget the sky. To let go of the perfection of wings, the grace of flight, and stay among the roots, whispering to fungi.
I want to learn the slow religion of decomposition. To tear apart a leaf, not as destruction, but as creation tracing lace into its veins, sculpting ruin into pattern. I want to become a maker of unseen beauty.
You will not find me. You will not praise me. But if you were to lift the right rock, in the right silence, you might glimpse me, and I would not run.
I would look at you with every eye at once. Not with shame, but with the calm knowing of a creature who has finally stopped trying to be human.
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LIVing DOLL /ᐠ｡‸｡ᐟ\
This really touched me as someone who was quite mute and struggled to communicate alot of my life. When i was 12 i remeber i was excluded from everyone else, it was at a scout overnight, it was my first time away from home.
So on my own i remember walking through the fields and feeling so tired and frustrated. I found a field and laid on the ground and when i started to recognise my surroundings i was being cover in the most beautiful multichromatic beetles.
Like truly the most beautiful sight and they brought me alot of comfort that the ppl around me couldnt give and i wished i was an knsect. Truly happiest memory of my life.
Your writing really brought me back to that moment that peace and ease. Im always interested in ur pieces they have something sooo special about them. You realky have a talent
Onyx
Very well written and very pleasing to the brain. This hits me in a place but I cannot fully explain it, maybe the heart or maybe the soul idk bit its amazing!!!
s0nd3r
Bugs are beings that focus on symbiosis and survival. The angriest human is worse than the angriest dog. We are beings recognized for empathy and intelligence, yet we seem to contradict that very thing by putting ourselves on a pedestal that blurs the lines between needs and wants. I believe being a bug must be really peaceful. A home deep under the noises of chaos from above and all you need is nirvana. Coating yourself beneath the dirt and the rocks isn't filthy:; it's a sense of humility. Maybe that's where we all belong
Beauty is in everything. Disturbing things are also meant to be cherished <3
Augger
I am IN LOVE WITH THIS POEM finding comfort in a minuscule (probably spelled incorrectly) life and not wanting any more then that. That is a goal that we should all want
That is definitely a major theme, though i relate much to the non-human allegory.
the desire to retract not only from public life but from humanity, to remove myself from desire, want, observation, to become something unworthy of thought and praise.
beautiful to myself only, in a palace unrecognised and solitary.
thank you for reading, i’m glad you enjoyed my writing.
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throughthehosiery
relatable
a universal experience no doubt
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XXUndeadHazelXX
Bug
you get it
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sheep
kafka had it right lol
Kafka had it right indeed.
Dear sheep, please look out for thrown apples when your wish comes to fruition. I wish for you to be blessed with being part of the beautiful dance of decomposition and growth, not suffering through a broken backplate.
Thinking of it, both will lead to the same result in the end. Still, suffering should be optional.
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