especially when it's sunny.
I wonder what it recognizes the window as:
I bet it hurts though
but it keeps going
a mirror that extends into the greater sky?
thanks for buzzing, and bustling
nothingness?
just as existentialism says, the meaning of life is in the process of trying.
thanks for being
a transparent jelly layer that by trying hard enough it can be penetrated?
what it doesn't know is that I am seeing it trying so hard but cannot tell him the truth.
it comes again and again. It hits the window tirelessly, almost making some rhythms with bumping and its own buzzing.
There's a bee that always bumps onto the window by my desk
it is possible that the bee can think deeper than humans.