What am I? I really don’t know. I can’t see myself. I’m
floating. I never drown. I did try to stop breathing but it didn’t work. I kept
living. I touched myself and didn’t felt more than a slimy and jelly body. I
don’t have a shape. I can never have a shape, I’m constantly changing. Oh dear,
I’m morphing again. What am I? I don’t go towards others to eat them; they just float
into my stomach. Do I choose what I eat? I know no one choose to eat me. I’ve
been swallowed so many times and was spited again back to my world. What is my
world? I don’t know. I’m floating in it and it floats in me. I can’t see. How
can I explain something that I don’t know? Oh here it goes again… One… Two…
Spited again.
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