Arctic
After three years of this song on repeat, I still feel so much when I listen to this song - like I feel so much every time I see the Great Kanagawa wave by Hokusai. If anything was coherent to the consciousness of my mind, soul, and possibly existent heart, the vastness of waves and the oceans will notch above it all and become the quintessential core --
it is never still, and from whichever angle, it will never be still, it is a constant wave of motions, though itself will never comprehend each ripple caused by the surroundings. It is calm and soothing, at the same time it surges in violent wars within its own act of each movement, they rise in astounding heights, yet they fall into the depths of darkness. Each time it wanes, the next second it seizes its power. Cold, harsh and blue; but unrelenting in its relationship with the moon, a seemingly unceasing crescendo, never ostentatious.
It has the ability to create the utmost perfect silence - yet the ability to kill within a split second.
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I have figured that the very each time I fall into the downfall of the great silence,
is the very time I feel the most infinite again. I've learn that silence, is something you can actually hear.
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And it will always be water, that will be my spirit element.
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