A little story

A
little
story,
no
reason
why.

To
Christine,
whose
roar
of
might
 You
always
hear
like
from
afar…

 ¡Oh
yes!
 It
was
the
end
of
spring.

A
little
swaying
worm
had
found
its
way
to
a
rocky
cliff.
So
hard
and
slowly,
like
in
pain,
it
had
just
found
the
right
spot.
It
had
been
just
too
 hard
to
climb,
as
hard,
as
almost
everything
in
its
short
swaying
life
had
been…
and
even
worst…
there
was
no
reason
for
it,
no
rational
explanation,
no
meaning,
no
 purpose,
just
hard
crawling
life.

 However
harsh
it
was,
the
perfect
edge
was
found.

Very
very
slowly,
no
reason
why,
it
began
to
spit
out
that
silky
sticky
whitish
thread
they
have
and
slowly,
it
 began
to
weave,
and
weave
like
in
a
dream,
no
reason
why,
a
light
cocoon,
an
egg
 like
one
in
which
to
rest:
no
reason
why,
that
had
to
be.
Once
there
warm,
cozy,
lonely,
it
felt
protected,
perhaps
for
the
first
time
in
its
 swaying
crawling
wormy
life,
no
reason
why,
just
so
it
was.


 It
had
to
sleep,
no
reason
why,
you
just
relax…

 ¡Suddenly!,

a
hint
of
hope
came
passing
by:


 Perhaps
the
sleep
would
change
it
all

 by
waking
up,
just
waking
up,

 no
reason
why,
no
reason
why…
you
just
relax.
 
 And
then
a
dream
came
from
afar,

 a
distant
call:

 
You
will
soon
know
the
reasons
why!


 You’ll
find
a
strength
that’s
tiger
like!
 You’ll
find
it
hidden
in
a
sigh!
 It
is
just
so,
‐the
voice
would
say‐
 and
you
will
feel
that
you
should
stay
 to
find
the
voices
that
you
hide:
your
tiger
strength
that’s
in
a
sigh.
 
 It
was
the
end,
the
end
of
spring
 and
whirling
winds
just
shake
the
nest;
 a
strong
swing
starts
and
it
awakes
 the
little
worm
during
his
rest,
his
feeling
is
of
other
being
 he
has
become
in
deepest
dream;
 again
it
finds
no
reason
why…
 No
reason
why,
you
just
relax.







 The
cozy
nest
so
pressing
grows
 it’s
all
around
and
closing
on
the
swinging
sway
increases
force
 a
crack
is
heard
and
then
the
fall!!
 
 The
back
is
hurt
no
reason
why,
 And
there,
beyond,
the
voice,
the
dream,
...