I don't understand how it is a simple friendship can turn into something so complicated. A bee is a bee. It is not anything else.Unnecessary complications burden one's life. Guarded and double entendres parries with a persons mind and being.

I don't understand how Shakespeare is so accurate when he says some will be like a flower but a snake underneath. The pungent smells of your deceit and the grating of your claws across the board can be heard many kilometres away.