Life is scary and in itself always will end deadly. There are days, on which one appreciates blankets providing cover from that very knowledge, separating us humans from any other living species existing on this planet. Music for one, is such a cover. As can be a fellow human, feeding ones inner belief in indestructibility and need for incessancy. Today I am thankful for music expressing this emotion nicer than words ever could and a fellow human sheltering me like a blanket from mortality for a moment or two.
Blanket, Urban species feat. Imogen Heap
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2 responses to “blanket”
genau: its not denial. i’m just selective about the reality i accept. 🙂
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ich sehe nur was ich sehen will
und höre nur was ich hören möchte
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