The hum of bees. It's said to be the voice of the garden but is it's string truly worth the honey?
I'm in my early twenties. I like to think of myself, positively, as a hard worker.  Having both diagnosed depression and dyslexia it's quite the challenge - so what   get over it. 
But I'm it only doing what's ask of the hive? Can truly I get over it?

Writing, it's little outside of my box. A challenge worth a trial.

I've worked hard for nectar (myself in turns of getting where I'm today) and will buzz even harder for the clover (the people I care about, friends and family, and the things I love doing /creating).
I only need to trust the nest (the rest) will work out.
 I'm I doing what's right? Fainted of me?

A gay, lesbian and catholic 
Friends and family just keep telling me to bee-lieve in myself. 
Is it worth it or is that just wildflower (a wild thought) to follow?

Proof, LOL, that before bed thoughts can be a buzz kill.