The Symphony Begins

My slate is clean and so is my mind. My song has just begun. I can see the faint light as the strings pick up. The rhythm is my heart beat as this euphoric sensation pulses through my veins. I find myself looking forward to the sparatic and spontaneous lulls where an ounce of passion and frustration are added. In a second it is gone and the song begins to pick up, gradually growing more and more intense. As the pace quickens, my heart ebbs harder. As my melody soars above the clouds and over the sun, bits of my soul return to me. The fizzyness and gleams of my personality return to normal and I feel at ease. No snare or sharp note can ruin my symphony now.

I hit the replay button in hopes of it never ending. No more new songs, I like this one just fine.