When you stay away a short while, I start searching myself.
The torn pages of― my book flutter through the dirt track.
You leave footprints of sacrilege, unmasking the absolute white of the lonely death of moon. The night will become sleep-deprived. I will wake up the cherries to celebrate the bloodbath.
How come, there was no mercy for the killer? It was god's message?
The holy book has become a cleaver in the hands of faithfull.
The Life of a Bee Busy, busy Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing Workerbee, Queenbee, Bumblebees, Honeybees Harvesting, pollinating, nesting Honey, wax The productive Life of a Bee