So yesterday I decided to make a compilation of soft indie rock that’s slightly depressing, because this is my favourite stuff to listen to in the Spring when I’m feeling slightly hopeful but want to feel slightly hopeless and a little depressed, because it’s just more comfortable to be that way.
Especially when it’s still -20°C (if it’s not above zero it may as well be minus a hundred) and I have anxiety over silly things and I have too many bills to pay and I’m just not FEELING it. Ya know? (Also I watched Secret Life of Walter Mitty and I love those movies, but they only make me feel sorrowful – but still not as bad as one would feel watching “UP”)
I know it’s Tuesday, but this past weekend my laptop of three years, my baby, died and I haven’t been able to do much other than work. I’ve been working everyday, I have no time to celebrate the holiday season or prepare – and I’ve been trying. You know that time management thing people are always talking about? I’m actually doing it. But it’s not easy, and I’m missing my alone time.
So without further ado, here are some wintry-feeling songs to reflect my melancholic mood this Tuesday.
It’s cold outside, almost too cold to breathe.
The sun shines with an icy power which burns the naked skin.
Eyes water in the bright light which reflects off pavement and snow, and the tears turn to ice before they hit the ground.
This is the kind of cold which makes stone statues crumble and crack.
This is the kind of cold which penetrates coats and socks.
This is the kind of cold which matches your heart.
In reality, though, nothing could parallel that.
If you placed your heart outside in the snow, it may warm up a few degrees.
The cool of your love and the heat of passion never did mix well. Your icy glare could smother any burning flame of fire. You could fly too close to the burning sun with your icy waxen wings and they would not melt.
You must love days like this, days where the passionate find the air too cold to breathe; you must feel right at home.
This cold could not pierce your steel exterior,
Just as the flame of passion could not.