Fauna

Sometimes I think about what i'd be like if I didn't have a bug in my brain. I wonder who i'd let touch me. I wonder who I'd call at night, who i'd whisper, big dreams wide-eyed to. Who i'd let touch me. The answer is: no-one. Without the bug, I wouldn't exist. The bug and I seem to be one in the same. We need each other, much too much. The bug is my friend. My only one.