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the bugs will always be there, and i will always watch them. my children; they undo me and make me whole in one swift breath as they scurry when i turn the lights on. they will never understand that i am not something to be feared. they will never know the loving gaze i turn their way, when so many would swat them down. they will never know how i care; they will never know what care means.

and that's okay. they're not supposed to. i will watch them grow from behind the glass, watch the lives they lead through the window panes — and i don't need thanks. that's not why i feed them, that's not why i house them, that's not why i'm here.

i adore you because of all that you are. small, little legs, bolting across the dirt; nature's perfect creation. i don't need acknowledgement; just to love you is enough. just to see you, is enough.

i'm not your master, i'm just the guy who cooks your breakfast. and that's all i need — a beautiful, one way street.