The straw said that he had visited the bodies of many cans, but could never leave behind the sweet juice of the cans.
The plastic bag said that he had packed a lot of things, all of which were garbage. They got him dirty inside.
There is a piece of apple piece covered with soil waiting for a rusty fruit knife on the roadside. Later he waited. So what you see now is apple puree covered in soil.
The fruit knife buried itself in the apple puree. A passing sparrow said that she cried when she saw the knife. She cried so hard that her whole body was covered with rust, as if someone accidentally cut her hand and bled.
We are garbage.
Who can we tell our love and desires to? Would you like to listen to it?