It's the little things that matter. The small and nagging things. The patter of persistent unease that ascends your inner pants to test the limits of your skin-deep tolerance. The fairy clouds of compound eyes that buzz around your head and settle briefly to sip what traces of happiness still ooze from lint-filled orifices. The mites that gnaw at your pride and breed so fast their minute shells cover every inch of breathing space. It's the littlest thoughts that matter and make the end of each long day a remote pleasure of soft pillow talk.
It's the little things that you lose sight of, as you wander down new paths. The scaly shades of baby blue that hide behind pale, powdered wings. The padded claws of flightless nymphs as they cling to drooping vines. The fine webs of haemolymph that serve as cloaks of invisibility for lone leafhugging hoppers. It's the little cracks of dry movements that betray the skink as it scurries for signs of life. And a blunt glance is all it takes to see a sisterhood of carpenters in their cambium cleft, slightly stirred but hardly shaken in their moist chamber of secrets. Queens in size but not in nature, they offer few rules to live by and waste no wood to halt this aching need to hold your tongue, turn the other cheek and brace for a bite that barely hurts but never heals.
wah... just some ants in some wood niah...
Posted by: chaos and mayhem | 25 October 2009 at 03:52 PM