Bees

EXISTENCE

We remembered what the stars looked like. How they used to twinkle above us at the end of a day spent bounding from flower to flower at an orchard. We remembered gazing up at those stars for a moment before gathering back at the wooden hive to dream of a future in which we were free.

That future had eluded us, and we dared to imagine what must be written in those unseen stars for us now.

It was difficult, but we began the process of accepting our fate, that the rest of our days on this Earth would be spent here, on the human’s head. We shared our feelings. We joined our antennae in solidarity. We decided to pass what time we had left by tickling one another’s microscopic hairs in order to connect, to feel something, to bring meaning to our remaining moments. To giggle our way into oblivion.