As I listen to Fuji Kaze; while my ears scream in pain and the sky roars; whilst my face lay on the pillow; I hang my limbs on the bed and pretend to be dead. The sky is loud. The rain is noisy. The music echos. But my head- it is ever so calm.
So long as it is deafening, my mind shall remain stagnant.
Enough of everything. Enough of you. Enough of I. Let the noise calm your mind.
Your sleeping lion