I'm honeycomb in a home which got abandoned after the tragic accident which killed the entire family. My honey tastes bitter.
I'm sawdust from the carpenter's workstation who didn't sleep for 20 days straight to buy correction spectacles for his daughter. I turned him blind instead.
I'm a dream castle. Glass walls and wide halls. Gold chandeliers and jealous sneers.
And when a hurricane arrives, there will be lots of shattered glass and no hearts broken over it.
