>>14775702I am not a bee. Life was cruel, fate was unkind. I am an outsider, only an observer to their magnificence.
Have you seen a hive? The magnificent structures, honey combs shaped to be perfect support systems. Efficient routine and protocol, workers carefully contributing to a magnificence above themselves and staunch defenders ensuring the continuation of the hive. Can you even comprehend that sense of belonging?
Oh even a lone bee, apart from the greater whole, is a thing of beauty. It's vibrant yellow and black, a beautiful striped patter. And it's music, oh what a wonderful buzz. It heralds it's coming with pride, and to hear it drives me near to tears.
I have a hive, or more accurately a hive has me. It is in my garden and every day I watch it's magnificence, the brilliance of these creatures as they create orange sticky gold. I worship it's queen, a benevolent matriarch, a leader with no comparison.
Every night I sleep outside the hive. Apart from it's greatness, but as close as I can. I cover myself with pollen, so the bees may flock to me. So I may be as close as I can be to them, to dream of being a part of their efficient world. As the bees cover every inch of my body, the slow crawls on my skin, the stings punishing me for my flaws and purifying me. The low buzz as I am surrounded by them is my lullaby and I go to sleep.
I go to sleep with the comforting thought that I am COVERED IN BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES.