A hollow sound had bound to his cold, damp earsA white noise had shuffled to and fro for constant restful yearsThe days were not loud and the nights were not frighteningFor all he heard was the drifting of the waves outside and flashes of the blissful lightning He wished and longed to see the noises that had kept him comfortable for dawns and dusksHe was ecstatic to soon leave his home that wa...