What is that strange great desolation residing inside of me? Where does it come from? It is a symptom ever remains unknown.
Where does this haunting rapture that is elegantly dressed in black hide? Every time I hear a grievous song or melody I ascend to a parallel world, strangely I feel the ecstasy. How come? Why do I feel I belong to blue songs, and they belong to the heart of me as well. The joyful joints are never missed, despite their presence they regrettably do not last.
My all-time favorite playlist didn’t change much through the years, sizzling beats come as fast as they go, and the throne still is reigned by same old songs. I believe there is something deeper than the crust of the comparison, something basic and genuinely elementary behind the sight and scene. Is it the consistency they show and I try to be loyal for,or honesty that I appreciate and abide, is it the plain decency they have when they speak to us, awake our souls from crippling clueless sleep. Maybe it is