A Garden Anthill

One last time before the party begins

Bright scorching light shone into my eyes; almost turning me blind. I turned my neck to glance at the world around. Blue and black patches blurred my vision, yet I could figure out something truly rare nowadays.

I saw the world as if shrunk, an uneasy feeling spread throughout my body. I shared glances with other creatures and, for a split second if not long, they reflected like a mirror. Naturally, confusion built as I glanced at everyone; it seemed like there's no one but me.

A thought popped up in the garden — What if I am closed in a cell? I shook my head to drop the possibility, but it hovered on the top. I tried shooing away the bee, but it came back to collect nectar. Finally, I plucked the flower and admired its beauty.

But it's the law of nature to decompose, so I left the flower on the soil to rot -- it's beauty now left to drain.

I treaded ahead on the dusty path, still heavy with the unknown feeling. The anthill seemed to slowly grow. The garden really loved jewelry. It bloomed as the day progressed, feeding the countless creatures that dwelled in it.

The anthill had now established its flourished empire. I stared at the sky for a beat. Eyes teared up quite fast. I have no idea why i am here and where i am. This place is pure heaven. But I knew it wasn't the end, and I had to return.

With my mind still wandering in the anthill, I forced my body away. Lungs requested for air, but I kept ignoring. I Had To Return. With unwavering determination, I finally made it.

The garden anthill might still be extending its glory. But my story isn't ready yet. There's time for the final party. Years passed on, and it became a ritual to visit the garden anthill every month.

On my will, I wrote my intense desire to visit the garden anthill one last time before the party begins.

~C.G.