I got flies flying around my cookies; They must’ve gotten soft now, the cookies not flies. Flies are persistent as fuck. They just don’t give up and they’re pretty badass, man. They poop and vomit when they land on you.
I grabbed the cookie and tried to take a bite, had no idea what I was doing, was really preoccupied. The spilt wine had me drop to the floor and the only cookie I had is now not worth eating. It wasn’t before either but who cares?
Life is a lot like cookie. It’s stale before you even know it. People are like flies who bring their shit along and rub it off on you and there’s no going back when you drop it.
(Okay I know this was bad but I was bored and I had to write something. So deal with it.)