Like this bee in late spring hanging on for dear life, this is how I feel. Frozen in time. And alone, unable to reach the last few drops of sweet nectar.
Thinking if I can just hold on a little longer all my pain won’t be in vain. Yet, I hold on so long that I am now afraid to move. Like a bee on a cold day.
But I sit and stay a little longer with the sadness and the illusive feeling of missing so much, when in reality it is all a bunch of nothing. Only to me was it something and deep in my heart it still matters. For reasons no one knows, not even me.