8211; A collection of random thoughts and accounts that may, or may not, inspire you to do the same or think the same. The Tragedy of An Ant. There was once a lonely red ant, so small and so insignificant. He pittered and pattered, on tiny ant feet. Far from any others, of his little kind. It was not always this way, for he once was part. But alas, not anymore.

With a heavy heart I had taken the decision, unsure of what to say, jolted of the reaction. Scatter-brained, I rang the first number on my dial list, furore of the commotion outside. He never failed to amaze me despite the fear and anxiety, I whispered to myself. Posted in Love perhaps? .

The time has washed away my pain. I find that things have changed and disappeared without a trace. Try to hold the rising floods that fill my skin. And you wanted to dance so I asked you to dance. But fear is in your soul.