We Are the Ants

by Shaun David Hutchinson

Dreams are hopeful because they exist as pure possibility. Unlike memories, which are fossils, long dead and buried deep.

He didn’t kill himself because of a single overwhelming problem; he died from a thousand tiny wounds.

Whst happened to nit was me

The universe may forget us, but it doesn’t matter. Because we are the ants, and we’ll keep marching on.