Soliloqui

Some people say music is meant to reach you when you’re in that dark place, if only for five minutes, and show you that life has meaning again.
I don’t know if this applies to me. When I’m down, I don’t think music helps me that substantially. But music makes me feel. When I feel like I have no heart or emotions anymore, I feel the anguish of the singer and songwriter, I think about myself and my life and how I want it to be. I want to be in a place where I can feel, lie on bare ground and feel every raindrop that falls on my skin, every tinge of a sliver of emotion and be able to distinguish between them, like separating snowflakes in a drift.

So what if you catch me, where would we land?

Sing to me hope as she’s thrown on the sand.

When you’d hide, your songs would die,
so I’d hide yours with mine.

And all my words were bound to fail.
I know you won’t fail…