The World in Me.

Empty handed I find me Locked in a room of imaginary toil I stared in awe as bees approaching Hoping to catch its tiny wings That in the still room Where mute meets the illusion The bee might just give renumeration. Sign in to see full entry.

My mind is wandering what to write and how to describe those blurred visions on the back of my mind. Somehow it has long been there waiting to be erupted to expose some unparalleled emotions that had been kept and nurtured over the years. The empty cold room might have added an extra energy to crack... Sign in to see full entry.