I Found My Peace

Oh! how desperately, I wish the strange sounds that carry meaning entering through my cave of drums make sense in my mind. Through hardships toward stars I made it so far, unsure whether a curse that haunts me or blessing that guides me. My spirit guide seems to have been a busy bee walking me through my troubles. Living on the reserve fuel for a while, the moment it seems to run out, it refills to that minute levels to keep me going. After losing hope, in a strange irony I found may be not joy or happiness but a sense of peace...