La Musique

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

There's a certain appeal in poignancy, a self-induced state of silent contemplation bordering on depression. It's pathetic, yes I know, but if emotions can run high, they can run low too. When you're too happy, everything seems to stare back at you at face-value. It's only when you sink into the depths of a tormented soul, that you see things that you couldn't see before, things that were obscured by the blinding light of happiness. You know, that's why it's called blinding. It hides the unpleasant parts, so you can only see what makes you happy.

Just withdraw, folding, molding yourself back into your little niche of .. unhappiness. That way, it's easier to recognise true happiness when it knocks on your window pane and waves gaily at you.

12:54 PM