An onslaught of words, like rapid machine gun fire, dodging it in slow motion grace like Trinity from the Matrix.
Grenades of manic explode randomly to the left and right, a glimpse of white in the distance.
Yes, a white tangle of hope. Placed within the ears the world around disappears and The Black Eyed Peas soothe the soul.
Hope is restored, strength is summoned from the inner goddess, and the war melts away like chalk off the sidewalk in the rain.
The atom bomb goes off. A melee of chaos and emotions ensues. Shock and awe, frozen in place, words cannot escape to express the scene.
The white tangle of hope is on the ground. Strength enough to pick them up and place them back in the ears. Chopin fills the space, and again all is right with the world as the fallout begins.