there is always hope

By Aida Bode

I’m but an ant looking for crumbs. I smell and see yellow, but it’s dry, stuck on something like a rock. I feel and touch red, but that too, is abstract and without taste. The universe seems to be laughing with my perceptions and deceives my senses. While standing on an endless rock marked with pretense, I notice a big vast sky covered in clouds. Is the end coming? Is the final judgement on my search for crumbs closer than I can hope? What is there to believe in?

Ah – I see a hole! Perhaps, I’ll find crumbs after all.

“I write to expose what the senses hide, to discover what’s kept secret, and to rejoice in the meaning of what the search for knowledge brings. I write to obey to the calling of our DNA.” – the writer