29.3.07
I feel, through all the things I've experienced in the short time I've been alive, I've changed a lot. My opinions, tastes, and religion has all changed over time. Some of the things I'd taken the most comfort in years ago, now I look at it and wonder how in hell I was interested in it in the first place.

But.

There has been one constant. The one thing I always return to--when I'm at the lowest of low, the deepest of the depths I've felt. The depth where all you can do is sit and exist, where you can't rationalize the importance of doing anything.

Music. The one thing I can always rely on. The only thing that seems to make me truly happy. Sometimes, I feel like it's the only thing I have.

And I absolutely crave to create it. It's a hunger that hits me with such power, I can hardly stand it. To create for myself that which makes me happy. But I can only do so much, and my physical ability is so less developed than my inspiration. I fight to get out that melody, that beautiful strain of notes in my mind, but sometimes, especially lately, it just won't translate to my fingers. And I listen to the musical savants and am moved beyond all tangible emotion. If only I could do that.

How could a combination of complementing sound waves draw out such raw, powerful feeling? I wish I knew. It's the only proof that something more is out there.

It's my faith. Music is my religion.
Unknown at 8:07 PM


  ¢ prénom:  Catherine
  ¢ âge:  Twenty-One
  ¢ berceau:  Raleigh, NC
  ¢ en ce moment:  Georgia
  ¢ poste:  crudesunlight {at} gmail {dot} com
  ¢ préféré:  Knitting, singing, playing guitar,
     writing music, collecting vinyls


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Je t'ai croisée
Un samedi soir
Et j'ai jeté sur ta silhouette
Une poignée d'épices colorées
Mon but était clair
T'envoûter
Tout en restant
Libre-moi et libre-toi
Car le roi de l'amour
N'a plus besoin d'esclaves

Adieu, adieu la nuit
Adieu tristesse, adieu les larmes
Je ne suis plus celui
Que tu as connu, plus le même
Ô bel enfant
Qui a tant pleuré
Adieu tout est fini
Adieu les larmes, adieu la nuit

Et le soleil de minuit a brillé pour nous
Jusqu'à l'arrivée du jour
Alors nous nous sommes séparés
Comme déjà saturés des délices du futur
Et j'ai marché seul
Guidé par ton ombre
J'ai traversé la ville déserte
Encore étincelante
Du voyage des rêveurs

Je t'ai croisé un samedi soir
Et déjà j'aimais l'odeur de ton rire
Et le soleil de minuit a brillé pour nous
Jusqu'à l'arrivée du jour

~Arthur H 

 
 Music
  ¢ Arthur H
  ¢ Blackfield
  ¢ Camille
  ¢ The Dissociatives
  ¢ Eisbrecher
  ¢ -M-
  ¢ Megaherz
  ¢ Nine Inch Nails
  ¢ Oomph!
  ¢ Porcupine Tree
  ¢ Silverchair
  ¢ Steven Wilson HQ
  ¢ Tweaker

 Other Links
  ¢ Craftster
  ¢ EML Studio
  ¢ Feministe
  ¢ Girls Read Comics
  ¢ Marnie Maclean
  ¢ Pandemian
  ¢ PostSecret
  ¢ Rainbow Parcel
  ¢ Stumptuous
  ¢ Tom and Lorenzo
  ¢ TWoP
  ¢ VG Cats
  ¢ Yarn Harlot
  ¢ You Knit What Part 2


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