Can’t live with ’em can’t live without ’em….Theirs is a tiny complex world almost invisible to me….existing just below the surface. So forgotten so important. We’d like to live without bugs but we would die without them.
Soft and dreamy, cool and creamy. Ancient golden thread of a simple worm. Valuable and sweet as opium. Cool sheets, soft clothing a flowers petal on my skin. Feels like coconut milk tastes. My favorite.