Last nightsomeone observed mesitting on the ground looking down,they asked, "What are you doing?"I said, "I'm having a conversationwith an ant. People tire me.Conversations with peopleare predictable,I've held too manyin my time."
I believe it was an ant –I can't be certain –but it certainly wasmy intention.
Someone next to me said"time is just a lie"and I had to laugh becauselies are all I knowto be truthit's a fact.
I do fly in my dreams,but my dreams are not fact,by my natureI'm not built to fly,but dreams exist in timeand time is a factis a truththat's a liethat I know.
If someone trod on younow, ant, I wouldfeel sorrow for your loss.Would that sorrow remainas a trace in time?
If I died nowas you work, ant,would it impact on your truth?Would my body bea lie? An obstructionmust be fact.Would I remain as a tracein your time?Would that make mea lie?
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♥ Petra Bastani alias Pfundsweibpetra from www.petraspfundsweiber.de ♥