text: The Moth I decided to lay down in my bed and just lay there not tired but also not energized. This state is described by me as the comfortation observation because it's comfortable and your mind is just very crispy in observing your surroundings. You can imagine me in this state laying on my left side on the couch bed in the middle of the room. It's one of the older flats in berlin. The wall reaches up pretty high. I m just laying there looking at the wall, then paintings I made then my actual bed. Nothing sparks any reaction in my brain. Then a moth flies into my field of vision and I fixate on it watching it fly through the room wondering what a moth’s life is like. We never know what another person’s life is like. I’ve thought about this many times. Even your siblings or parent’s life you never know how it is really like. Just how nobody knows how your life, your 24/7 perspective of things is like. And just like that, we don’t know how a moth's life is like. What struggles does it have where does it wanna fly how does flying feel for it? The moth almost flies out of my vision but my neck automatically enables my eyes to follow it. The interest in that insect which I would normally think of as annoying made me even lift my upper body up putting the weight on my left arm. It still flies around and occasionally it comes pretty close to me. I think about smacking it down but remind myself to chill. That poor moth is buzzing and flying around no place for this arbitrary need to feel powerful over an insect. It flies to the corner on the other side of the room and I lose it for some seconds and wonder where it went. It seems like it's hard for my eyes to follow it when it flying in a straight line away or towards me because its wings just have this blurry effect. I decided to organize my laptop a little bit since my brain is so bored its interested in studying the life of a moth. The moth approaches again as I have my laptop on my lap and since there is only one more light source it flies into my face area. When I decided to not chill anymore since the thought of it flying in my face and touching it is revolting so I slap after it halfheartedly. Not surprisingly it can Jackie can it's way out so I try the ninja slap but the moth just goes with the flow and glides past my hand and flies away. I look after it how it flies through the door to my kitchen where it will live its life and be my roommate and I decide to write a short story about this motherfucker. That’s all of the story that’s it. I just have to write more to get the 500 words in. ok but now.