I fear the moment the car key triggers the radio music to stop whenever it is pulled out of its ignition lock and the moment the other one opens the door to an echoless house with silence creeping out loud.
I thought that restless bees resided among the unoccupied spaces in our garden but it seems like they have chosen my hollow mind to settle in for another honey bargain.
With delicate movements and diligent striving they sweeten my flavorless anxietea and reduce what's left of my juvenile entity.
I wrote this a few weaks ago when I felt anxious in my car and didn't want the music to stop suddenly. I was scared of the silence and returning to our house alone, since no one is present at the moment. I tried to capture this emotions, hope you might enjoy it!