Thoughts of Insanity
bluejourneyman
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Walking through the woods of my property, I pass a tree that is humming. This tree must be 150 years old; it has seen and been touched by many of my long since gone family members. Curiosity gets the best of me; I go over to the tree and notice a hole with honey dripping out of it. The honey is red, the color of blood, not yellow as is the norm.
I look into the hole. I pull away in horror, the bees look like my family tree. Grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins are buzzing around tending to the blood soaked honey. I start to run, they swarm and follow, I trip, and they engulf me, carrying me back to their hive. I am one of them now never to leave the buzzing of the hive. It is in my blood, I am one of them, never to hear the beauty of a songbird. The buzzing will never leave!
I look into the hole. I pull away in horror, the bees look like my family tree. Grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins are buzzing around tending to the blood soaked honey. I start to run, they swarm and follow, I trip, and they engulf me, carrying me back to their hive. I am one of them now never to leave the buzzing of the hive. It is in my blood, I am one of them, never to hear the beauty of a songbird. The buzzing will never leave!
Can't you see that there's light in the dark.
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
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Grand Rapids 2006
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
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Grand Rapids 2006
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