If I was someone you loved/cared about, & I was turned into a worm would you tell me that i was no longer a human?
oh beloved, how I am distraught, for I do not wish to alarm you…however….I mustn’t lie. I mustn’t deceive you, my love, for to do so could cost you dearly. You are not a human. You….are a worm. A beautiful, slender worm. A swish amongst raindrops fallen. But do not be discouraged…for what is a human? Yes, a human is but a vessel, a body for that of lies within. A PERSON, however, is different entirely. A PERSON, a SOUL, if you will darling, is what I have grown to care for. Your essence, your life force, your being has merely been transplanted, Mi Alegría.
you are a human no longer
but a person, you shall always be, and I shall spend any moments your fragile body allows me with you….till the very end. I mustn’t lie, the humble worm hasn’t much time on this earth…my soul shall yearn, and tears shall pour from my eyes for you. The tears of my longing shall moisten your body, love. For all of the years you have been my Sun, it is now my turn to be your rain.
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We needn’t speak of such things however…better to enjoy the gift of presence than to embrace the curse of anticipation.
Just as the earthworm cultivates the soil, you my dear, have tilled the grounds of my soul…a feat transcendent of form and feature 🪱 🌧️



















