Are you out there, still?

August 5th, 2025 at 16:52.

You have flown so far, honeybee. See how the flowers bow in sadness, the trees no longer bare blooms so fragrant. The hummingbird that once flew after you, oh, how she perches on that willow tree in nothing but solitude. She flutters around slowly now, dazed with confusion, knowing not where her friend went. No fruit to quench her appetite, no, everything has lost its sweetness. Yet, she bares this feeling and it’s ever so tender. Each passing day, as she explores the sky, it seems to only grow softer. More stubborn.

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So many thoughts, she regrets not saying. So many moments, I wish I hadn’t taken for granted.