Ive been dropped. Dropped from the highest place i know. The highest mountain, the highest anything. Ive hit the ground. The hard cement ground. And god,being the sweetheart he is,let me live. Let me live to feel my heart, among other things, be crushed by the impact. Crushed and bleeding... only a red powder of what it used to be. A beating and pumping part of me, now, still hanging from a thread, but none the less pumping. And why? You ask why? Why do i still function? Why does a bee still live after its only defense mechanism has been stuck into and unsuspecting human? The only thing to protect itself. When just the stomp of a foot can end its short life sooner. The stomp of a foot? The lowest part of a body. Why? Still asking why? Don't you know who you are in this story? Your god. your the god i talk to all the time. Your the one who let me live. Let me live damn it! Did you let me cling on to life to drop me again? How much more can a body take before it goes and joins the bee's? Can't you see what your doing? Can you even hear me? No...no i dont think you can. I think your oblivious to this... Thats okay. I'll forgive you. You know... like i always do. Because nothing ever changes.