As Salaam Wa Alaikum :D

No school today! Any other day I’d be annoyed at this news, but today if feels like excellent timing because I was going to be out anyway. :)

Reason? I went to bed last night with my head feeling completely foggy and congested. And it ached. And my throat hurt reeaalllyy bad. So, rather than go to school feeling like crap and possibly spreading what I suspect to be a virus around, I was going to stay home.

Anyways, I write to thee this morning to tell you about one of my favourite songs. It’s a queer love of mine. It’s a song that I can only listen to under certain, special circumstances. But whenever I listen to it under those circumstances, it’s like magic. Horrible, terrifying magic. It isn’t loud. It isn’t exactly noisy. Rather haunting and phantom-like. That’s exactly what I imagine whenever I hear it under those special circumstances. I feel the presence of what can only be described as tortured spirits. Creatures who’ve been mocked, tossed aside, oppressed. Hopelessness…it’s a very eerie feeling. An uncomfortable feeling. Like anything supernatural could happen at that exact moment. But I’m addicted to it. And take the opportunity to indulge in it whenever I can…

So, you may be curious as to what these special circumstances are…even more so as to what the song is, haha, but we’ll get to that later. Possibly. If I feel like sharing.

The special circumstances:
-Feeling a little distant from reality. The realm between Lala Land and the real world. Whether it be that I’m deep in thought, or about to fall deep in sleep.

-Sadness. Feeling a little down. Depressed. And I want to be dug a little deeper.

-Loneliness. This song can’t be appreciated with a friend nearby.

-Paranoia. Sense of impending doom. Honestly, if I’m alone in a dark area and I thought heard something move or feel someone nearby though I know no one else is around, it makes the song even better.

-Darkness. Arguably the most important. Hearing the song in a place where you can press your palm against your nose and can’t see your fingers is an amazingly suffocating feeling.

You can see how strongly I feel about this song. And that’s the thing. This is what this song does to me. So I have a feeling that to share this song would kind of be pointless. I suspect after getting the song one would try to put themselves in those same circumstances and play it. Seeking the same high I get. But chances are that we (we as in me anyone trying to relive the experience) won’t react the same way so again, it’s a little silly to try.

Those who really know me has probably guessed that it’s a Metric song, being that they’re probably my absolute favourite band of all time. Fine, ‘nother hint. It’s off my absolute favourite album of theirs, Live It Out.

…selection number 9.

And I just gave you the song.

Oh, Jean my French Buddy! I was listening to Live it Out last night (listening to the ninth song on the album at midnight for those who hadn’t guessed that, lol) and during Poster of a Girl, Emily Haines started singing in French and I thought of you because I wondered if you would’ve understood it. :))

Anywhose. That whole album is one I like to listen to with my eyes closed, ’cause I see whole scenarios and stories play out in front of me. So, thought I’d share and have a wonderful day now, ya’ll. <3