Trail of Ants

For some, there’re far things better. For others, there’re far things worse. An opportunity to devour endless possibilities dressed in no-limits attraction and capped, by an infinite defining line. Characters within it’s grasp perform ignorant of each others acts, yet well aware of their own golden stage. They’re drawn in, rising effortlessly, as if the wings of childhood had fluttered once again. Cradled up to the point of elation until they gasp, as Captain Reality begins to stoke the fires of fear. They lose control, blinded by the very thing that bore them wings and led by invisible surges, they feel their senses overlapping until a sudden, solitary moment causes their gullet to open and a yard of reassuring air jars them right back, to Square One. A backpacker on the beach, or a bather in the ocean waves? For a moment there, it all seemed the same to me. Continue reading ‘I Spy With My Little Eye’