Wednesday, August 26

A bee is having a marathon.

I can see that you are losing it.

Behind those pretty shiny glasses, I could see that you are grasping hard for air, trying to breath but you eventually was choked. Choked all by yourself.

You said that past was a mistake so you put it to a stop. But are you sure that the beginning will promise you a star?

You are looking for a freedom to fly high. But are you sure that you can be as free as a bee, running from the colony?