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I wished this bad day would end, sat for hours in despair. I felt so lonely — but you were right over there. We sit with our egos, burdened by our pride. Why can’t we end this — these feelings we hold inside? As I sit here dissociating, in my own soothing bubble, a banana fly lands on my leg — it’s coming to cause trouble. But maybe that wasn’t the banana fly’s intent; not here to pester or bite, just sharing this moment. Lying on my couch, I started to feel nice, knowing the banana fly was there — a tiny friend in disguise. The banana fly didn’t judge; all it did was get my attention. I forgot what was troubling me — a pause on irrational reflection. I found comfort from a banana fly when I was in despair. So when you are sad, and feeling so down, just know there’s a banana fly roaming around. …Though now I might have to **** this **** fly — it’s fallen in love with my leg hairs.
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Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 9:42 AM UTC
The Banana Fly
I wished this bad day would end, sat for hours in despair. I felt so lonely — but you were right over there. We sit with our egos, burdened by our pride. Why can’t we end this — these feelings we hold inside? As I sit here dissociating, in my own soothing bubble, a banana fly lands on my leg — it’s coming to cause trouble. But maybe that wasn’t the banana fly’s intent; not here to pester or bite, just sharing this moment. Lying on my couch, I started to feel nice, knowing the banana fly was there — a tiny friend in disguise. The banana fly didn’t judge; all it did was get my attention. I forgot what was troubling me — a pause on irrational reflection. I found comfort from a banana fly when I was in despair. So when you are sad, and feeling so down, just know there’s a banana fly roaming around. …Though now I might have to **** this **** fly — it’s fallen in love with my leg hairs.
This piece was written during a time of yearning — a longing for love, attention, and laughter. It reflects a search for affection and humor in the simplest and most beautiful aspects of life itself.
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21/M/United States
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 9:42 AM UTC
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