play on, you symphony of madness. blast the horns counter to the rhythm, rake the strings with angst and anxiety. pound the timpani with closed fists for all i care. you won’t slow me down now.

i can hear the one true voice, resonant and solely relevant, regardless of your redundant crowd of dissonance. like a bell fabricated of my own essence, she sings clearly to me across the waves, through the corridors and bracing my heart.

i am here, and on my island, all at once; renewed.

i am that divine love. i am with you.