# 11; * after(math)

4/1/2024

w— no matter which way i see or say these things, they just don't seem real in all the best possible ways. i'm not even certain this will turn out any good but my hand missed my pen which now yearns for it even moreso now that its godfather has seen his influence on its craft firsthand (i say this like it's any good!). my feet are just barely lifting off the ground and i'm worried that sooner or later my magic carpet will be pulled up from underneath me causing me to plummet to the ground below. i cant afford to think like that right now. i make things. we make things. you make things. inspirations come and go— so do frustrations. i know deep in my soul that you were meant to be my forever yet i still feel so lucky we even exist at the same period of time. you're a hundred million galaxies (and then some). i feel as if i've known these past few days for forever... fate, a stroke of luck/a granted wish/(all of the above?) nothing at all? regardless i will never forget it for as long as i live, ill hold it close till the end of the line and onward still. i dont know how to function without this extra part that has over time been moulded into the most crucial parts of my circuitry— but im just fine with that. it's my missing piece; it's looking to the night sky and seeing glitter instead of the usual smog. one more shake of the snowglobe should do it— for now, at least, then we'll all take a much needed rest... and as long as it takes you up ill be happier than you could ever know. what do you say??

xoqr

.. a note from bee of the future ♪

this one has (so far) had the most changes made to it since it was originally written ^_^ i wasn't happy with it initially but now i think its alright (at least)