Madness finds refuge
In these cool, still waters.
The purple flower is my anchor.
These waves are my heart.

Chaos needs a friend.
These kind waters never end.
So constant, yet changing.
A bond that's ever aging.

When everything's a mess,
And there's nothing but rain
For miles,
I find myself here.
Again.
Floating in the violet.
Where would I be without the sea?
Where would madness be without its anchor?