… in the mean time, we can hang out at the link above.

THIS IS A BEE.

I AM BLOODY SCARED OF IT.

THE END.

she made me forget about them.

notice the use of past tense.

i met a girl on the train today.

when i looked into her eyes, i could see the same fear of the bees that i see in myself.

or perhaps she just didn’t like me standing so close to her. i can never tell.

The scientists call it apiphobia.

The way I see it they should spend less time thinking up long words and more time running away.

i miss her.

i miss her.

i miss her.

sometimes i think that being alone is scarier than the bees.

then i think about the bees.

then i realise that i’m talking rubbish.

the bees are damn scary.

sometimes i get tired of running.

these are the times i hide.

(being in trees is ok. just not up them).

when i was little i loved surprises.

there was the surprise picnic.

with the surprise bees.

i don’t like surprises anymore.

heartbreak hurts people.

it probably hurts bees too.

i damn well hope it does.

i used to think that they were scared of the water.

then i realised that just because i’m scared of something doesn’t mean they are too.

i loved this girl once.

the bees saw to that though.

actually, she broke up with me.

it just sounds more dramatic when i blame the bees.

my therapist told me to look at this every time i think of the “b** word”

i think it works.

shitisthatabeeinthebottommrighthandcornerohmygoditisabee.

this man is known to have collaborated with bees in the past.

do not trust him with your children.

look how happy they all are.

they don’t know there are bees amongst them.

i won’t be the one to tell them.

bees have been here.

i can smell them.