In the silence. Hear it. Sound of nothing going on. Content perhaps with eyes that look without hurting. It's not what is outside that did the damage. Now silence.

They are floating from the rotting carcass of a dead banana. Filling the void with their tiny presence. Showing up at every moment, goading you to act. Trap them in their own indulgences and wrap them up before they can breathe fresh air again. That's right.

And just because they desire you does not mean they value you... Just because. And we get it.