Journey…

Walking across the soil was a little Red Palm Weavel. It longed to find its place in a world full of space. Its journey was long and its Hope was strong. In a distance the beetle saw its dream but at the other end there was its mate. Confused and indecisive the beetle did not know whether to choose the tree or the fellow beetle.

It turned and crawled towards its mate. Happiness was found, and did not regret her decision. They both spent their time together and shared all they had; their secrets, their bodies. They crawled together and traveled to many trees. This was more than the beetle could ever want. They had there young.

Out of nowhere came their destruction. The other beetle ran away and left her alone. Man moved in the beetles private home dragging her away to never see her young again. It was then that she understood, it is not what you achieve and gain but simply your experiences and memories that count, and the way they change you.

The little Red Palm Weavel escaped from the clutches of their hands and flew off to a far away land. The memories hurt, but it was simply to make her who she was.

-Just a little writing-

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