Honey from the hills

(Pre-script: This post will best suit you if you read it while the song," Cornflake Girl," by Tori Amos, plays, and then listen to the song "Breathe," by Anna Nalick. I'll wait...)(...still waiting...)

I've been working on some things.
working like the worker bees buzzing away in their hive, from up on their Mountain of Prosperity, to make it a peak overflowing with honey, sweet, and full of natural pollen local to the area...
Honey from the hills of prosperity prepared by the busy buzzing worker bees, special for all of your biscuit, cornbread, tea, or other sweeten-before-consuming-needs.
because so much of life must be sweetened before consumption,
so much of life must be savored,
or smothered,
or sticky
to keep it from crumbling everywhere, to
keep the crumbles stuck to something sweet and sticky when they do fall apart,
when they do mess up your clothes,
and your fingers,
and your resolve to remain perfectly composed.
(All those things you thought I had together?
Never did.
I Never had it together, Honey.)

-XOXO,