Lionfish

Killing, eating, Killing, and eating.

Same day. Common day.

I don’t want to kill anymore, but I can’t.

It is not optional. I don’t have any choice. You know, I’m a lion. 

Everybody knows a lion needs meat. Yes. That’s me.

But they are living, and they also have their family.

I don’t want to take their family. I don’t want to destroy them.

I am a pacifist. Nobody believes me, but I am.

It makes me sad, but I have to. I told I am a lion. I’m so sorry about that.

But you know what? You have to understand me.

Oh…I’m exhausted.

I didn’t kill anyone this week.

You know what I mean?

I didn’t eat a meat. I ate just a few leaves, but the taste was disgusting.

I hope I will like this someday.

I’m dying with hunger.

Well… I want to do a bath. It makes me comfortable, and after the bath, I can forget everything even though starving.

Oh my god… I’m still hungry. I need once more to take a bath.

Emm…? I feel my bathtub is getting bigger.

Where is my foot? Where is my finger? I can’t breathe… Oh, I can breathe now.

What’s wrong with me?

Now I feel comfortable and I’m not starving anymore.

I feel different when I breathe.

Whatever. I feel I’m flying now and I’m not hungry. That’s important.