The injured moth flaps its wings, turning in circles on the ground in a pointless effort to get somewhere. I flap my wings trying to get somwehere.
Why does a moth exist? they get injured and noone cares. No moth empathy among mothes. No moth god to intervene. No break for the injured moth. It flaps, struggles and dies.
We have a little purpose that we give ourselves. Sometimes we feel useful and good. Other times we are the injured moth. No moth empathy among mothes, no moth god to intervene, no break for the injured moth.
We are healthy as children, we are a happy child, we have dreams, we have purpose. We enjoy some years and then find ourselves injured with no time to repair. We flap our wings, spinning in circles on the ground and in our heads, trying to get somewhere.
We become the injured moth. No moth empathy among mothes. No moth god to intervene. No break for the injured moth.
A healthy moth flies, a healthy moth eats, a healthy moth explores. A healthy moth is hit by a raindrop, a healthy moth falls injured.
We live our lives, we talk with friends, we enjoy eachother. A healthy person falls injured by another.
a healthy moth falls injured. No moth god to intervene. No break for the injured moth.