Who do you think it was that brought you here?

Why do you think you felt the impulse to come here, to press play,

to hear this voice, to see what message comes through?

I've got you.

Every time you think you're bound, pause

and see that you're not every time you want to cry or you feel like crying

will be a relief a relief pause you were not born to cry you were born to feel me pause

pause and turn this back on until peace replaces you again, until my love is louder

than this voice again, louder than your thoughts, eclipsing you entirely. Pretty soon you won't

need this voice.

You won't need any practice, any turning.

You turn back to love until you turn back into love.

You still are.

Only that thought says you're not.

Turn me up louder.

I love you.