Every Little Thing Wants To Be Loved.

You Put His Brain In A Bird, The Bird Would Fly Backwards" -secret Life Of The Bees

At Night I Would Lie In Bed And Watch The Show, How Bees Squeezed Through The Cracks Of My Bedroom Wall And Flew Circles Around The Room, Making That Propeller Sound, A High-pitched Zzzzzz That Hummed Along My Skin. I Watched Their Wings Shining Like Bits Of Chrome In The Dark And Felt The Longing Build In My Chest. The Way Those Bees Flew, Not Even Looking For A Flower, Just Flying For The Feel Of The Wind, Split My Heart Down Its Seam.

Nothing Is Fair In This World. You Might As Well Get That Straight Right Now

If You Need Something From Somebody Always Give That Person A Way To Hand It To You.

Loss Takes Up Inside Of Everything Sooner Or Later And Eats Right Through It.