The waves

These are the waves that have plagued my brain in these recent, trying times. The voices get so loud sometimes, it's quite hard to block them out. But in this world I am free to live amongst them and they are the voices of angels, sometimes it is my own but my 'normal' voice is nothing close to an angel, only the cognition of me in my mind. The Alter. I live in harmony with these sounds, opposed to when we lived alongside the voices of strangers. But now I love what I hear and I only hear noises. Crashing, loud, breaking noises. They used to claim these could've been hazardous to some listeners with sensitive ears, but they would still talk, counting me their tales. This is truly escape.

As a listener