bexferal on Nostr: I hate the world, yet before me is it’s beauty. Once I creep amongst the foliage. A ...

I hate the world, yet before me is it’s beauty. Once I creep amongst the foliage. A tiny forg, a simple insect, feasting upon the terrain, and the only thing they know is simple survival. Living until the day that they do not. Are we doing dis? And I am yet drawn again to an individual that keeps it’s keep inside a place made of contraption/temp gauge/perfectly habitable and it still cries.. even though it’s needs are met, all things prescribed are within measure, knowing….. most days they have not been hewn to survive.. much like myself at the time of my calling……