Music: Fuck it, don't want you back.
Web: Fictionpress
Books:
The Black Book of Secrets-F.E.Higgins
Everything's Eventual-Stephen King
You don't love me-Jonathan Lethem

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YES.

READING ALL THOSE BOOKS AT THE SAME TIME. I have this knack to be able to not confuse stories and books.


KNOW WHY???
CAUSE I'VE GOTTEN USED TO IT.


"You don't know what I feel."

Don't you ever wonder who this elusive "you" the artist is talking about? Someone that left them spell bound, enchanted and captivated or someone who mercilessly tore apart their heart. Or someone who is not unlike someone out of those oh-so-perfect cliched romances, with heart-felt words and sweet nothings?



I think that I think too much about it. Whatever.


But, really. Who is this "you" being referred to? Is the artist speaking from bittersweet memories of ones poignant with passion? And when they release their emotions, evicted of guilt, do they ever wonder what the "you" will say?

Sure, if it is a song, brimming with sweet "I-love-yous" and wonderful words, their hearts will ablaze. But what if they realise that those strong, powerful emotions are towards them?

Won't it be so cool to hold such emotions in your fragile hands? To be able to posess such PAZAZ as to influence peoples moods. Ah. The power of music.

and "I love yous".


I am such a closet romantic.


















thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great.