It’s that time again, when the dark is surrounding me, nothing but the glow of the computer screen. The only sound the whir of the fan over the sound of music in my earphones.
Music. My saving grace. The thing that pulls me out when I reach my very lowest points in life. I want to slither my body into the music, immerse myself in it fully, until you can’t tell where I am. Hide in the music. Yes…that’s it exactly.
Many things are weighing me down. Things that eat me up inside and age me outside. I’m trying to release them, discard them from me like a dirty jacket, but they won’t go. They. Just. Won’t. Go.
Meet my hiding songs.
Eli Lieb – “I’m losing sight of you again tonight.”
Lori McKenna – “All I ever do is work, all I ever do is pray. But I do know that I have for you a love that never fades, and it’s okay, if it’s all I ever do.”
Angus & Julia Stone – “Am I not what you wanted?”
Damien Rice – “And if you hate me, then hate me so good that you can let me out, let me out, let me out of this hell in your arms.”
And, of course, my Adele. – “I won’t let you close enough to hurt me.”
That’s where I’ll be. In the song.