snapping your wrist at an unsuspecting creature- one merely curious of the minute details and intricacies of a human life. perhaps drawn in by a whiff of cheap cologne or the scent of a sweet summer drink.
it lives without common sense and floats through space, weightless, only concerned by luxuries it can't comprehend. and we smack at them, flailing, angry, unaware. we're overcome with a sense of annoyance and disgust, simply because another living thing, with a body much smaller, and ambitions absent. decides to swim by off course on whichever axis they assume.
i can only wish that one day a fly will swat at me, remind me to keep my thoughts from wandering too far astray- too keep my curiosity at bay.