Sit on the crooked chair under the ladder stair and receive a standing overture of stares. Plain ppl stare into the night so a reflection wont be reflected back to the dead. Systems broken leadership on bend and knee. Why didn’t we see that hindsight in 20/20. Just like the honey bee before they emerge from their slumber. They know to think before acting. Stir the flower, waste the energy from the sun. And steal their nectar from the pedals and harvest the life blood to which we call existence. Existence burns in the veins. Sweet as honey to the taste. Fiery and alive till we stop existing and just start being. Not like the honey bee. But just like the plain ppl that stare into the night
This blog is a resting place for words that were forgotten long ago. seemingly perfect and still buried in the mud. I polished them and will bring them to a new light of vocabulary existence. That's all you need to know about me.