Lower Realm

There I was, surrounded by a forest of sky reaching greenery. The dirt beneath me was covered with information. The sun hadn't fully penetrated the lush vegetation as it bled down every twist and turn. I wasn’t how I remembered myself, human,at least not biologically. I presumed I was an ant at first because I was marching in line with ants following the symbols. I tried to walk out of formation towards a shaded area but soon realized I couldn’t. I was on autopilot. Between my thoughts I had a overwhelming urge to follow the path that had been laid before me. As we approach our destination it was clear where I was heading, dinner! I remembered this insect to be a grasshopper, well what was left of one. There were hundreds of fellow soldiers at the site all working together. My thoughts were no longer about my needs but that of the colony. I was accepting my reality for what it was. As a human I was motivated by actions that would benefit myself or the people I love. I hadn't really given much thought about everybody else.Come to think about it my thoughts were mostly of desire and how I could easily obtain it. Wealth and pleasure would fuel my self worth. I climbed against gravity to the top of the corpse, the smell of decay was very familiar to me then all of a sudden I felt different. Gravity is an invisible force found throughout the universe that forces objects towards each other, on earth its the core of the planet. My perspective was no longer the ants because I watched it being rip to pieces by the cannibalistic insects.The torso was lifted and carried down the line of ants as drift wood does riding a wave. As the images began to fade, I wondered why I was killed?