Honey

As I sat on the plane, the glossy cover of my new novel as pristine as it would ever be, I struggled to stay awake. Sleep bullied me until I made amends with the pain in my neck necessary to sleep in a seated position. Somewhere in my mind I was conscious that I was dreaming, while my mind began to drift over the complications in human relationships. People are stuck to others as if by honey, most not knowing how tightly bound we really are. Even when we kick and fight to separate ourselves from those in our sticky mess, we never do more than pelt and damage those stuck in our lives, often cause unrepairable damage while gaining no distance.