Fractured Thoughts

Disposable Worlds

You spin your web, spend hours building a home to lay your eggs in. Working for hours to avoid starving and to keep your genetic line going.

Only one day someone bigger than you shows up with a broom and you're left there, everything you worked for gone. Your offspring, your food source, your hard work, your time.

So you start again, spending hours on your fragile little web. Your fragile little world you try to mend. To lay more eggs and catch more idiotic insects that got too close. Only for them to come back time and time again with the broom. They destroy your disposable world time and time again.

You spiders are a lot like those I know, only those I know get swept away with what they call their world. Though I...

You build your nest to house your queen, working days and nights to further your species. Millions and millions of you work to create the food for your family.

One day however, a suited man comes in with a arosal can and years of anger to release. He kills you off one by one with you helpless to defend. Everything you lived for gone, your queen dead, hopeless for a new beginning.

You bees are a lot like people i know, you work days on end until the world decides your time is up. You surrender without a choice and everything you ever knew washes away along with the hope of a new generation. You called this your world, though I...

You pests are like people i know, without the ability to back down once you have taken it too far and yet ignorant to the knowledge you have. We could try to save you or try to kill you and yet you can't leave us be. With that my mind has changed to the norm, i conform, some life is worth more than others. Your world... It remains disposable.