"On the surface, we're like a hive full of bees. The closer you get, the more detail you see. Traveling to and fro from school or work to home yet again for the hundredth day in a row; it's sickening. The constant buzzing ensnares unsuspecting onlookers. Their eyes grow wide with fear.
How could such a small, insignificant thing cause us to run, when we should be running from ourselves?"
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Poetry...from stories I will never write. Here are some things I would love to write in books but never have time to write.
