Insects swarming crumbs of bread. Pushed into a 24 hour lifespan. Burning the candle at both ends. Eat, mate, survive another hour. Numb to the unknown that comes after. To go on is to suffer.. Another day another life to lead; the last one discarded and forgotten. From where one leaves off. Dictated by instinct. Spreading my seed and pacing through the same steps till death.