My Thoughts Create A Sea

Samsa

This is inspired by the book The Metamorphisis by Franz Kafka.

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Oh Samsa, you're hideous now.
Everyone could care less about you.
You are now doomed to die in your new form.
In this room you shall rot away, no sane soul is going to come and keep you company.
Do you understand?
Maybe you don't, maybe this new form has made it so you can't understand.
You refuse to eat fresh food, instead you eat small scraps like a real bug.
You crawl around and make your family scared.
It's almost as if you are a real bug.

Do you hear me Samsa?
Your story is almost certainly not going to be told.
You'll die, alone, in a body that isn't yours, ugly and filthy.
Your family isn't going to mourn over you, they'll be relieved when your presence is gone.

Oh, there you are Samsa.
It seems I was mistaken about many of my statements.
You died, alone, in a body that is now yours, ugly and filthy.
Your family does mourn.
Your story is told.
Everyone cares for you so much.
You yourself never scared your family, but they were scared for you.
They wanted to keep you company, but didn't want to invade your space.
But I was correct about one thing, you didn't understand.
Oh Samsa, you gave up too soon.