I walked bleary eyed into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
In the sink was an ant, traversing its circumference-
around and around- clearly on a mission.
From it's point of view- an endless journey along
a distant white nothingness in hopes of an eventual horizon.
I didn't have the heart to squish it. After all it's clearly been at this for some time.
But I had to spit.
I picked it up and flicked it out of the bathroom window.
At the time I thought it to be a metaphor
for something.... I wonder if that ant is pissed off now.
