There were days where everything grew twice bigger, three times taller. These days, I became an ant. How was it like to be an ant? Well, it was like all the furniture became tools made for giants. Trees outside clouding the sky, and suddenly it was endless night.
I was a small creature. Smaller than a grain of rice. Small enough to lose the sight from your eyes. So tiny even when I buried underneath your shoes, you can't even hear me screaming my lungs out. Less significant compare to the size of your hands trying to brush me away when I merely just asking for a place in your arms to stay.
Those days, sometimes longer than I thought it would be. Those days, all I want was just the earth to swallow me whole. Oh wait, it already did!
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