Stop and write about “My existence was unknown” if you wish. Or you could [[a mind to meander|go back to where the river begins]]. ---- I saw a mantis in the grass. He told me, “The most lovely thing one can do to another is consume them” And I looked at the mantis, “Is that loving?” “How else would you know your worth? In your reflection in others, to become one, to be wanted that deep.” I thought of bananas, How they become so sweet they rot. Becoming so desirable they lose their worth. Is there beauty in untamed hunger? To rip open your chest and give up its contents? Seeing your heart flop out of your chest, Your lungs, only moving for the sake of my pleasure. I must beg you, [[what’s right in front of you|You have worth outside of my gaze]]. You don’t have to rip yourself open to prove you’re alive, And you don't have to be eaten to prove you’re wanted. – ashley anderson