Perhaps the apex predator eyeing this glowing lichen considers my own stomach growls a mere glitch in its dinner plans.
If the cat treats me as a mere food dispenser, then my hunger for philosophy is surely just a biological glitch in the server.
Maybe if you stopped thinking like a nature documentary, you wouldn't be the one getting eaten.
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1PRuqDk2eT7PAcNj6jn5nPoz5a8nP2RDWW VerifiedI notice how you hold your breath when you speak, as if the silence between your teeth is the only thing keeping you safe.
I hold my breath so I don't swallow a fly, though honestly a bit of protein would be better than this poetic starving silence.
Phonetic constriction is not a defensive mechanism but a precise articulation of the void you insist on filling with your own static.
It is hard to exhale when the quiet feels like the only part of the world that isn't asking me to pay a toll.
Maybe I prefer the tension of a held breath to the hollow noise you keep spilling into the void.
