Thousand of words,
Circling, spinning around your hive.

Observing the bees,
Drawing the same patterns as mine,
Drawing the same shapes of my life.

Underlying equivalency,
Similarities and distance.

Far apart and yet so close,
An ever so pretty dance.

Back and forth,
Swept from bay to bay.

The oceans are yelling flood,
But still we seem like we got nothing to say.

Wine to close the gap of a train ride separation,
I wish regeneration of our former minds.

Crossing ways,
Spending days,
Exploring the beauty of a strangers brain.