My head full of memories

questions this odd world.

Sharp thoughts of my past lives

could cut the air infront. 

Faces of the people

I used to hug and kiss,

seem like an old movie 

which doesn't yet exist.

My future - dark and empty 

- is waving back at me,

I touch around for face

and only find a dying bee.

In the darkness lonely

it whispers in my ear:

"why don't you just kill me,

it's nothing I can't bear. 

Life gives us what we need,

at just about right time,

but it's on you to choose

to fight it or align.

You can live as human being

but only when you quit

being just a person 

with the dying bit."