just like that.

its seems ive gotten forgetful. sometimes one needs to dust those windows, and open the inner incite.

excuse me sir!

baffled to how ive done so much of nothing.


correction, allowed myself to do so much nothing. well lets dissect my absence-

not all busy bee's make honey. some maintain:
 in the beginning stage of the honey bee's life, her duties require her to do chores. These house bees maintain the hive by cleaning, feeding the young and creating wax shells. they then mature into worker bees. They start their journey off by hoovering over the hive, using their wing rate to cool it off. The next stage puts the worker a little farther out from the hive in order to protect it from enemies. Finally, after all her work, the honey bee's job is to go out and find the nectar of a delicate flower to enable survival for her colony. the life of a bee, although short, is like ours in that it takes time to reach full potential. One must not always be under or top instantaneously; in order to achieve, one must work at it. The effort put into the foundation of success will support one throughout their journey by equipping them with the proper skills/attributes to occupy that position.
[cool story bro]

To crack the nutshell:: in order to prosper, one must maintain the foundation of success already achieved.
 BUT remember. if you work hard, play hard.
 
anywhoooo, ze' point of the story is that ive been away working like a bee to maintain shome tings. hope you think my bee story was cool, bro.



now giggle with me:

fortress

would it be too hard to stumble upon one who thinks at the same rates as i?
one who could be my sweet slice of pie
i promise you my all, every day ill try
to keep you happy, to keep your eyes dry.
for awhile i couldnt do right by myself, but now it seems that that is everyone else's issue

ive fallen in love. to this new baby i devout my last second. may this new boy of a toy bring sights i've never seen. im a happy kitty right now.

hear me purrrrrrrrrr.

in all honesty

i wanted thee
but there was no need for me

picking up the pieces like she'd never been broken before

psst

there are some things that i need to tell you
to begin with, i love you
i may have had a good need for you.

i didnt get to know you. i didnt see your face. now the mistakes i may have made can never be erased.
the decision was rash, strapped for cash.

your constant invitation to just say no
was a warning to just forgo any inclination for more
ceaselessly acquiring diamonds of  mistrust
eventually, it was the way you rubbed me that made things tough
physically your touch would melt me,
emotionally your presence would for warn me,
that you would mess things up mentally.
giving things to you was nothing new
was the no replies that shaded things blue
if i had just known, that you would capitolize on others
i swear to god i would have never bothered.

now i sit here, regathering my self
ha, stronger for it, i blame you for none of it
from your weakness i learned strength
the longest ten months ive ever spent
spinning in circles over what you'd do
figure eight loopholes
on why i wanted to keep the thing that didnt want me


in the end, what digs the deepest
is to know i overlooked the basic truth
that who i was didnt spark an interest in you


for so long, your refusal to ask deeper/better questions
i justified your actions with silly tidbits about your love for concealing
i now see it wasnt you i was making excuses for, it was me

if i'd told myself that he isnt as friendly as you think him to be
i'd have then made it seem as if i were 'not good enough'
to save myself this trouble in the beginning was a waste
because now its the only thing that i can taste
to wonder which one will be able to capture that attention is unfathomable
because subconsciously, i would have gone to the ends of the earth
you seem to look at things thoroughly
but at this point, i doubt if you can even see me, or ever have clearly.

i'm now forced to deal with the details of our friendship
and it plagues my mind that i was used as your toy
how true this is, i'll surely never know
i feel played by all the help i gave you.

tehe

ouch, that stings a bit. but nothing can outlast time, so in the end- this too shall pass.


brighternotes- getting this script writing thing down. im no longer drowning, still in the water though. guess you can call this 'a-float' finally able to breathe, someone hand me a blowdryer!