I stood above the world

Watching the ants go by

Wishing for something that

Would never be mine

Their love

Their sorrow

Their pain

Their joy

How I wish to have such things

How I wish to be held

To behold such wonders

And to be loved by such hearts

But I cannot—

Never shall I experience

Nor express

Emotions such as those

So I shall watch

They they shall be

Forever ants—forever

Held, beheld, and beloved

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(I’m so sorry y’all. I feels so bad for not writing my stories more. Also—I’ve been seeing some people lately that aren’t real like I’ve been seeing wisps of people right beside me whenever I go. And I don’t think I’m schizophrenic—because I’m not that mentally ill, I cannot be—so I really don’t know what’s happening. It’s been going on for a month and it’s creeping me out. I yelled out loud in my art class because I saw someone next to me, just peering down at me, before they disappeared. Like I’m not joking. I’m terrified.

I did NOT mean for that to turn into a rant. Have a good day/night everyone.)