Wednesday, 25 November 2015

I Have a Beehive in my Head

I have a beehive in my head. I can hear them inside there - their wings flapping furiously, banging against the walls of my skull. They engulf my mind, increasing in numbers as my thoughts do and fleeing the hive once my mind is clear. I have a constant background noise, a soundtrack to my life.  Sometimes it can drive me crazy - oh God can it drive me crazy - but the honey my little black and yellow workers produce is of such sweet quality that the buzzing issue is well worth the trouble it causes.