I live on deserts of white paint and travel across miles of room as I fly in quick jagged circles. I live to survive so that others of me, who also live for the sake of reproduction alone, can continue to inhabit the earth. The meaninglessness of the endless existence of beings who suffer the burden of living just so that the living can continue escapes me, as I was given the simplest of minds, which allows me only to carry out my one instinctual task. Eternity lasts a day, as my life moves at the pace of a slug, and my body moves as a cheetah, aging me in a few short months.
I sit on the wall and watch you, a giant, which my eyes cannot even fully contain. Your goings on and mine rarely overlap, and chances are you will live your whole life without ever giving mine much thought. I observe things others of your kind may always long to, yet never know, and I am oblivious to the privilege.
I carry on with my simple life, eating and breeding, landing on walls and washing myself, unknowingly spreading dangerous organisms from one place to another, flying about in zig-zag patterns, until -- squish -- it's over.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment