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As I look down, I see the ants moving along in their busy little way without even noticing me. How can they not see me? Or is it that they just don't care? Some stop to fight over something, others walk by without even turning to discover why. I can see a few of them leaving to search for something new. Maybe a new beginning, or maybe they're just trying to get away. I study them. Wondering if they believe they have an easy life or not. The whole time seemingly caught up in their own lives. Never knowing that they are just doing things for other ants. How can they be happy? They all march in a line like they have been programmed or ordered to. As if there was one supreme ant that controlled their lives. I see a small ant, an amazingly small ant trying to go the other direction. He seems to fight hard against the traffic of the march. Yet alas, he is turned and is forever lost in the crowd. I know that there is no turning back. I must prove to them that they should follow their own hearts. I put one foot over the edge. The shadow crosses over them. Now they notice. They scatter in all directions, even trampling each other. Then I move the other foot. The ants are getting bigger now. I can almost hear their screams. The wind snatches my breath away. A moment before I reach the ground, I realize that the ants are just like me. Even though this fall will be my last, maybe I will have touched one life into going against the systematic march we have all been programmed to do.

I had a dream last night. It was amazing. There was only me and this beautiful woman on a long beach of white sand. At first all we did was walk, then we sat and talked about nothing but nonsense. The whole time I stared into her eyes, as she did mine. We held hands until the sun went down, then got up to continue our walk. It seemed like the night would never end. As we walked, we both took small glances at the other. I could see her smiling. Her lips almost inviting me closer. I ran my fingers through her hair and she looked at me with a hunger in her eyes. Her lips tasted of honey. I could barely control myself. She told me that she had always wanted to hold someone in the ocean. The water was warm but we still held each other close. A hint of salt now on her lips. Her hands clawed at my back when I kissed her neck. It only made me kiss her more. Her hands were then moving down my sides. The sheer excitement was enough to make me shake. The waves were pulling us out to the ocean, but all we cared about was each other. I could feel her shirt clinging to her breasts. My hands were moving over her whole body.



Well the rest I leave up to imagination. As for the beautiful woman, well let's just say we talked quite a bit the other night. I hope she reads this and knows that it was her.