.0825 lbs

This gal is all flowers and bugs! Collects insects and sunflowers and stores them in her tiny backpack. She loves frolicking in meadows.

...about that.

Did she also enjoy it when she was on the verge of something that no longer felt like home?

Did she like it when neurons rose into sky and blasted into thousands of pigments, pouring into the sea?

And every single pigment became a fish, silently flowing over the teardrops, until they were all picked up and left alone on the shore

And on the shore they dried thus became the sand, devolving into pieces

And when the night was set, neurons rose once again, restarting the cycle

But eventually, when one stood in one piece, it all fell apart, there was no pigment or the fish or shore, just all the beings returning to their husks

And on that migration

She saw her soul coming back

it was 1 am when i wrote this i have ZERO idea what happened here