.if i live or if i die. seabunny sheep-finding !

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…She shrugs her rotting shoulders and says mattering is a made-up concept, like life, but sure, you can matter if you want to, on some scale. She has many scales. She doesn't know what you mean by 'anything', but you can do everything you can. You ask her if it's enough. She says there's no base requirement for deserving to exist… [ seabunny of loners . i / me / myself ] ‘ little fly, thy summer’s play / my thoughtless hand has brushed away / am i not a fly like thee? ‘ . I have walked far now, this storm of the season as a guide .. more apt perhaps, bounced, as the last tangible rays of spring melt beneath me .. there has been a snow, to disregard the still-sprung blooms soft and wet . . There is clumps of white-fluffy snow and i move spin dance abound faster through it .. because i am young and the world here now is beautiful .. i wish to sing but there is a heavy silence in where have not gone now forever . . Do i know where i am happening?, no .. do i care as i move and spring heralding the snow just now & always ready to blow to the world’s messy canvas?, no . [ seabunny of loners . she/they/it ] ‘ or art thou not a man like me? / for i dance and drink and sing ‘ . Bunny moved through the world in a series of twist and twirls, her movements dancing between the drifts of fluffy, newly-fallen snow. She loved the in-between way the world was at the time, flowers & snow all together. Though young, it could sense this was not normal, and to be cherished. Buu was not here with only one reason though. They felt a burden, a problem, so what better to go where no cat needed to be responsible for her? A flawed plan for sure, but did it truly care in this wonderful moment? [ seabunny of loners . i / me / myself ] ‘ till some blind hand shall brush my wing / if thought is life and strength and breath ‘ . And so i do the world as it does me, perfect tandem of existence .. my doubts begin to catch up, taking face in the front before me as gathering clouds high light dark it feels forever .. as i am gathering up running bunching away and there is one thing now ‘ baa ‘ and so i look to see is it mirror image?, pale white cream black little points blooms scattered on what am i facing now, is it dream or known to this snowing spring blooming ? . [ seabunny of loners . she/they/it ] ‘ and the want of thought is death ‘ . Bunny had some speck of an idea what she was facing, and they paused, front paws on a rock looking down at it curled in a thicket of grass. “A sheep, how curious..” and her voice & tone startled her as if not one’s own but coming through her whole thoughts had been strange hadn’t they too? Sea leaned down forward, inspected the lamb-creature, and found this: it’s ear was tagged with something, it’s pelt dotted by blooms, it’s head dotted with two sharply curling little horns, and it did have eyes, despite the dark fur hiding them. How fun! . [seabunny of loners . i / me / myself ] ‘ then i am a happy fly / if i live or if i die ‘ . It is small and for me .. i can see the hope love youareminenow in it’s eyes it reminds me of the fish in the swimming water i shall call it fish .. and it opens it maw a little pink tongue strange square teeth and all culminating in ‘ baaa ! ‘ again it’s here and small and cute and /mine/ forcibly alwaysforever .. and it speaks to me in the soft fluff fur small to take care of always now . [ seabunny of loners . she/they/it ] ‘ then i am a happy fly / if i live or if i die ‘ . And it is Fish, /her/ sheep that sends Buu racing back home again, knowing the plaintive creature cannot survive without them having time for it, time that would’ve been spent hunting and learning for herself. Bunny knows someday she will leave, but it is not this day . ‘ if i live or if i die / i will be a happy fly ‘