evil empire

trappedtrappedtrapped
caught
wandering frightened in the storm of my emotions wind whips rips my hair my mind the scream from my lips the tears from my eyes
they mingle with the raindrops that cleanse scour renew create of me a clean slate
blank
waiting
free


bee dancefields of flowers ripple in the breezebee dance
bees lazily humming in the summer sunshine
but wait, not lazily industriously, purposfully
they gather their ingredients for a sweet feast
unknowingly (or knowingly?) engaging in the foreplay of the flowers
farmers harvesting and planting in the same graceful motion
all we see is beauty but they have such purpose
as I watch, I wonder where is mine?
what a cool building...love that style...
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
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