…and she let out a mild giggle as she looked out the window [😂 the one on the other side of the train, smartass]. Yes! It was finally happening.
She breathed the air in slowly, and although it was not as fresh as she had dreamt it would be, it was not that bad, plus it did not smell like human’s sweaty and dirty body, and his musty clothes.
“A bitch has no collar. A bitch has no owner. A bitch has no name. A bitch’s not the same. A bitch has no soul. A bitch is, at last, on her own”, she muttered, before closing her eyes.
She thought about going to doggo’s house, kissing his butt and licking his ears, then lying down, with her back on the ground, and as soon as he came closer, releasing hot urine into his face. She giggled again.
In a world were most of us, eggs, have been taken away from our innocence, removed from the bosoms of our mothers, placed outside our crates and forced to harden up, I want to remain as I am, as I was, in this terribly hot conditions. Why don’t you remain raw with me, my darling?
Although we’ve been terribly hurt, I’ll roll to you, and you’ll roll to me, and when we do, we’ll close our eyes and swim in each other’s insides, roll in each other’s albumen, bungee jump on each other’s yolks.
Do you remember how you felt the first time you were in love? I beg you to let me love you. I’m not going to hurt you; I don’t want to. Look into my eyes. Can’t you tell that I terribly love you? Why don’t you be vulnerable too?
If man could fly, the earth would be uninhabitable.
People would have committed suicide by trying to kiss the sun or get to Heaven, and the birds would have been bullied a lot if the first man was created with wings.
Oh, the chaos!
Slavery would have happened still. People’s wings would have been cut off. Someone would have sprayed something in the air and rendered people’s wings useless so they could be captured, especially for migration reasons. “Fly back to where you came from!” “Get out of my way! No, fool!”
Maybe God didn’t give us physical wings because we are each other’s wings. We just haven’t mastered the art and act of helping one another and flying together yet, if we ever will. Greedy, money-hungry, power-seeking people don’t deserve wings, for one. Life would have been unbearable if we could do more evil with the aid of wings.
Privacy? Haha haha haha.
The air would have been poisoned more as a way of maintaining territory. Blah to the blah to the blah.
If the stars come together as one, they’d make a gorgeous display. If the little moons left the Moon to spread across the sky, they’d create something beautiful too. A twinkling, giant disaSTAR, and its little MOONsters.
It won’t last for long; stars aren’t built to not crave for attention. At least one would pop out of the group often and complain, “I’m not being noticed enough!”, and in no time, there’d be no group. The moons are better together as one Moon; things are good as they are.