(no subject)
I searched for you in empty rooms, and thought that I could taste you in the dust particles hovering in the last rays of sunlight, thought I could feel you as I feel the weak shine of the fading day.
The shadows are becoming more pronounced in this house. The furniture is covered in white sheets, the doorways in semi-opaque plastic. The carpets are freshly shampooed and and the windows are finally cleaned of their grime, though the souls of a few unfortunate bumblebees are still trapped in between the panes. I remember their angry buzzing in late summer, battering their furious, fuzzy bodies against the glass until exhaustion took them over. I don't remember why we didn't help them; perhaps we were too preoccupied with our own internal buzzing, a thousand angry bees inside our heads.
The shadows are becoming more pronounced in this house. The furniture is covered in white sheets, the doorways in semi-opaque plastic. The carpets are freshly shampooed and and the windows are finally cleaned of their grime, though the souls of a few unfortunate bumblebees are still trapped in between the panes. I remember their angry buzzing in late summer, battering their furious, fuzzy bodies against the glass until exhaustion took them over. I don't remember why we didn't help them; perhaps we were too preoccupied with our own internal buzzing, a thousand angry bees inside our heads.