Covers In Whispers #4:Get Up Get Up Get Up - Barcelona I turn to this song whenever I feel lost, confused, melancholic, or general sadness. Sometimes I get right back up. Sometimes I spiral deeper till I hit rock bottom before I bounce back. Both works for me, but I prefer hitting rock bottom first. Conquering my inner demons gives me a strange sense of achievement.
Covers In Whispers #2:Undertow - Warpaint Sometimes it feels difficult being who you are, whether by appearance or behaviour and all that. It’s sad yet amusing to see how easy it is for someone to put something on someone else’s head when met with a dead end. Why you wanna blame me for your troubles?
Covers In Whispers #1:Matilda - Alt-J (∆) It’s not my favourite from their album, but I have to admit that it’s a pretty soothing track. Shortened the chorus a little.
— This is the first installation of a little experimental series I’ve decided to do impromptu. I’ve always enjoyed playing the guitar at night when it’s quiet, and singing softly to myself, almost like a whisper. It’s also way more enjoyable to cover a song without a camera pointing at me. CIW features casual/sloppy guitar-playing, soft vocals, falsettos, sometimes a little rant or thought, and it’s probably best before bedtime. Enjoy! x
I always experience a wave of a strange mix of emotions whenever I think about death.
It always starts from the big picture, then slowly narrows down to my death. Would I prefer to die painlessly? Quickly? Peacefully? What would be the last things I see or think about? What would I see after I fade into lifelessness?
I feel tears well up but I don’t cry. I feel fear but I don’t panic. I feel weightless and lost for that moment when I conclude (time after time) that there’s absolutely nothing after death and nobody knows if there’s anything more to that. There are only assumptions and superstitions - no supported facts.
Today, I came to another conclusion; there’s a reason why some people can be ready to let go, and I will come to that stage eventually. I’m feeling sadness and fear because I’m thinking about death like ‘What if your life ends tomorrow?’ I’m feeling lost because I’m not ready.
I’m putting this down for my record to remind myself to keep working and playing hard. I’d want to die without regrets, without fear, without sorrow.
I want to be ready to let go at the very end, with a smile on my face.