• The overbearing smell of something salty, and the addicting scent of something sweet.
    There’s nothing like the sudden rush for food, to make an ant move its tiny feet.
    The adrenaline of searching for something unknown, and suddenly a new adventure begins.
    Their antennas twitch for a filling meal, as anticipation rushes throughout their skins.


    Curving corners, climbing edges, and the unsatisfying scent continues to grow even stronger.
    And finally after what seems like forever of searching, the nourishment is there no longer.
    The emptiness stains of whatever was, is only but an unsettling yearn for more.
    And the ants are left there hoping whatever was, will arrive once again like before.


    And at this time it must make a wise decision, as its body twists in hungered agony.
    Continue admiring the remnants of what was, or begin a new search with its scrambled colony.
    The realization of worthlessness hits the instincts and the body continues moving; to anywhere.
    While the remaining ants continue their search for the food that no longer flourishes there.