Too frequent not to question, little bug.
Why do you seek refuge here?
My cold, candle lit room, in my dresser you hide away.
Upside down you crawl into your home.
My vitamins and mismatched socks your companions.
You’re coming out, flitting over to my bed, crawling on my blue blanket.
It’s not water.
It might as well be water to you.
Is my keeping you alive, keeping someome I love alive as consequential karma?
Does mercy apply to a creature so small?
Little bug, can you answer me?
Why do I wonder about these innocent occurrences?
Do they mean something more ?
You’re creeping closer and I’m curious, snapping pictures, recording you.
I can’t help but question the significance of you, of this.
This happens far too frequently for me not to question.
Dawning Creations 
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