Earlier this morning I was listening to The Cold, The Dark, and The Silence by Sea Wolf. Wrapped in my blue jacket and making my way to someplace all by myself, I felt a tugging feeling that was too familiar to me. The song when it played seemed to be parallel to who I am, and that its existence and my listening to it just confirms the affinity I have with the song and the feelings I felt when listening to it. But I wondered, "why is it that I feel so effortlessly comfortable and at ease with slow and sad songs? Happy songs, on one hand, can make me feel bright and chirpy, but on the other, makes me feel as though my happiness were unnatural and is something I would have to work for."
Just now, I watched The Great Gatsby, coupled with romance and sadness, two slow songs that spoke to me transported me to a surreal life that I seem to really want.
I feel so hollow now. This morning I had an agenda that I would spend half the day unwinding from my busy week at work and the other half finishing up some projects that I have on the side. But now, I just feel like an anchor thrown into the middle of the sea.
