Is college really like grown up life?
As a whole?
As a hole...

I wanna run away with the circus.

I wanna run away with a pack of wild honey bees.


Not hornets; honey bees

I was bitten by a hornet when I was little, and I looked at the torn hornet with pulled out intestines a wiggling half-body struggling for it's life.

Then I walked away with my finger swollen.

I never forgot.

honey bees aren't that great either huh?

But they didn't bite me.