The Bees That Live Inside My Head
Imagine a hot Summer day in the English countryside. You’re sat amongst the flowers listening to the insects buzzing away. You can feel everything vibrating with an powerful intensity, it’s almost as if you can feel the life force . Sometimes my mind’s like this. I call it the ‘glorious cacophony’. There’s so much going on in my head that I imagine the energy coming out of my brain, down through my arms and out through my fingers. I feel like my head would explode otherwise.
At night, the bees trouble me. I can lie awake for hours and when I deliberately try to calm them down, they just seem to buzz faster and faster. On nights like this, I often don’t get to sleep until it gets light. I’m analyzing everything, running decades old conversations through my head, seeing what worked and what didn’t, testing out new theories, trying to make sense of people’s motives and planning my strategies to deal with it all.
All in all, I wouldn’t swap my bees for anything. They’re beautiful and they make me feel alive.