Wandering in the forests

From time to time, the bee’s sting often foils my skin. Blisters tend to show and other times leave me asymptomatic. Generally unnerving, though truly dependent on the hour. Having wondered in the forest for too long, I never bothered to treat the moss that’d been growing up my sleeves. A bit counterintuitive, I know. Perhaps I was just taken back by what stood before me, or I simply didn’t want to tend to it. For whatever the reason.

Quite a mile-stretched forest that seems to stump itself along the way. There are many trunks and twigs forcing me to maneuver with what I can. Bearing…