They flutter about…it seems reckless and out of control…the chaos makes me uneasy and I find myself feeling am afraid. Seems silly to be of course…afraid of a harmless swarm of moths…maybe it’s just the idea being caught in the middle of them – a little claustrophobia perhaps. We seem to be heading in the same direction…we dip and weave away and toward each other…and somehow manage to stay on the same path, although I am sure this is solely by accident. The notion that they may be intentionally following me…tracking my movements and following collectively with purpose similar to my singular aim…would be more than I could bare, lol. My concern escalates as they tighten in formation the nearer I get to my front door…and even though my pace quickens to reach the safety of my abode…they skirt past me in the final steps to my front door and land with quiet and deliberate unison at the edges of the door jam. It’s affecting because it seems on-purpose…there black beady eyes appear focused on me…and while they have gathered en mass around the door – none have landed on the door! Hmmm…this can’t be good I think and bolt through the front door and slam it behind…relieved none have followed me in I am oddly elated and satisfied that I’ve certainly avoided some unknown reckoning, ha ha ha.
About Lawrence Lewis
I do a number of things professionally...but most of all and the true purpose of what I do through "my work" is to provide for my family, be a good husband and great father, and try to make a difference as a world citizen...I guess it's not much more complicated than that 🙂