Lonely, sad, but not depressed. Comtemplating the point of life and realising in a slow, evolving process, there is no point. The only thing to do is to create, to make something, to leave something behind. At least to me.
Np: Advent - Never before has this song sounded so powerful as it does now. The soothing acoustic interludes, summoning visions of trees swaying in the breeze, whatever, just some fucking thing that is at one with nature. Sadness and beauty. The powerful guitars bouncing and complementing each other...telling me that if I try I can make something of myself.
I can't describe what the fuck I'm going on about, I'm just in an odd mood, and Opeth is working perfectly for me right now.
If you are some form of aesthetic purist please do not comment on the above 'amateur' dribblings. I can already predict what you will say.
Np: Advent - Never before has this song sounded so powerful as it does now. The soothing acoustic interludes, summoning visions of trees swaying in the breeze, whatever, just some fucking thing that is at one with nature. Sadness and beauty. The powerful guitars bouncing and complementing each other...telling me that if I try I can make something of myself.
I can't describe what the fuck I'm going on about, I'm just in an odd mood, and Opeth is working perfectly for me right now.
If you are some form of aesthetic purist please do not comment on the above 'amateur' dribblings. I can already predict what you will say.