goffredofora
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"I was barefoot, standing still in front of the earth’s beating heart, breathing slowly.
The air was cool, almost cold. My skin shivered slightly as I looked down at the small universe of invisible lives swarming tirelessly at my feet.
I stepped closer. I could feel my heartbeat syncing with the tiny, constant pulse of the anthill. Every step felt like giving in—I didn’t just want to watch, I wanted to be part of it. To be crossed, forgotten, absorbed.
When I lay down on the ground, the first ant that crawled onto my skin sent a jolt through me—a sharp, tingling sensation that ran through every nerve. I closed my eyes. Soon there were hundreds. Then thousands.
My skin stopped being a border. It became soil, something open and alive, completely theirs.
I could feel them everywhere. The ants moved, bit gently, marked invisible paths across my body. I was becoming landscape. A living surface. I had no control—I was offering myself, completely exposed. And that exposure felt oddly sweet. Freeing.
The sensation kept growing. There was no part of me they hadn’t reached. It felt like they were slowly breaking me down, piece by piece, until all that was left was breath, skin, and roots.
My heart was racing. A strange mix of fear and excitement built inside me.
The mild pain of their bites merged with something deeper—a strange, almost forbidden pleasure in being overtaken, in losing myself to something so small and ancient.
Eventually, I wasn’t a body anymore. I wasn’t even a man.
I had become part of the earth, the grass, the ants moving over me without hesitation. I opened my eyes and saw the sky above—endless, wide open.
The earth was breathing. And it breathed with me.
That day, I didn’t go back.
That day, I became nature."
The air was cool, almost cold. My skin shivered slightly as I looked down at the small universe of invisible lives swarming tirelessly at my feet.
I stepped closer. I could feel my heartbeat syncing with the tiny, constant pulse of the anthill. Every step felt like giving in—I didn’t just want to watch, I wanted to be part of it. To be crossed, forgotten, absorbed.
When I lay down on the ground, the first ant that crawled onto my skin sent a jolt through me—a sharp, tingling sensation that ran through every nerve. I closed my eyes. Soon there were hundreds. Then thousands.
My skin stopped being a border. It became soil, something open and alive, completely theirs.
I could feel them everywhere. The ants moved, bit gently, marked invisible paths across my body. I was becoming landscape. A living surface. I had no control—I was offering myself, completely exposed. And that exposure felt oddly sweet. Freeing.
The sensation kept growing. There was no part of me they hadn’t reached. It felt like they were slowly breaking me down, piece by piece, until all that was left was breath, skin, and roots.
My heart was racing. A strange mix of fear and excitement built inside me.
The mild pain of their bites merged with something deeper—a strange, almost forbidden pleasure in being overtaken, in losing myself to something so small and ancient.
Eventually, I wasn’t a body anymore. I wasn’t even a man.
I had become part of the earth, the grass, the ants moving over me without hesitation. I opened my eyes and saw the sky above—endless, wide open.
The earth was breathing. And it breathed with me.
That day, I didn’t go back.
That day, I became nature."
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