Adventures Of Bee مغامرات النحلة الجبارة

I remember so I find it hard to turn my back on everything. Memories are what drives me forward, shape my future. What I was, who I will be.

Now I'm older, my feuds are almost none, my hatred faded, gone cold, like a useless knife. I just want to go on living in peace. In a war ridden world, country, society, family; dropped'em all, one by one, to fight their own battles as I am struggling with mine. 

Get tougher, I say to myself, all the time...working on it, myself replies. Get a will, build it, fortify it with logic, reasoning, memories; I answer Me, I'm weak because of logic, reasoning, and those same goddamn memories.

Learn by example, look around you, analyse people, dissect your society, background, religion, complexes. It's just too much. Too complicated, too heavy, and burdened. Requires 7 other "Me"s to handle, of which probably not one would survive. 

I chose simplicity, clarity, straightforwardness, honesty, transparency, laughter, music, and love, to live once and live happy. Over and over again, build a life carry it on my shoulders, then, as it gets too heavy, drop it, turn around and go somewhere else, build another, all over again.

This time, it's beginning to weigh too much. My emotions, my mood is tied to my stomach: a lead disco ball hanging from my chest, it shines throughout the night and spreads warmth and sparkles all around; come daytime, it turns into a sad lump of metal in my chest. Come daytime. 

Soon sleep will come, within fluttering, Jack-Daniel's fuelled visions, where reality and imagination intertwine, and one hummed tune grows louder and louder in my brain cavity as I drown into the mattress

"hey

mr. tambourine man

play a song for me

I'm not sleepy

and there is

no place

I'm going to..."