Journal - June 2026

10 PRINT On the shoulder&#x27;s of a bumblebee I rode. I saw trees as there true size, megoliths of greenery. The flower&#x27;s were mere sparkles dotting the land like lighthouses of colour. The wind was flowing in my ha- 20 PRINT I woke up in my bed - exhasted with my hair looking like a mess, what could I have possibly been up too last night? That is besides the point, I crawl past the wires…