Honeybee

so, here's the thing. when you kiss me, there are no tsunamis. there is no hurricane behind my eyelids and there is no earthquake underneath us. but there is the buzzing. like a million, swarming bees, rattling around inside our veins. the buzzing is you, all soft and safe and the swarming, well, the swarming is me. i am all chaos, all the time. that unending rattling inside of your skin. but in reality, aren't we really just the bees? all lost and never really found, but searching - always searching. so tell me, honeybee. what comes first - the buzzing or the bees?