The
mood is
melancholy.
Watching
movies like
City of Angels doesn't help, of course.
Listening to
Dido doesn't either.
Fact is,
I like this. At times I like
feeling like this.
Funny, my eyes are full of
tears now, I'm literally
crying here. And I have no
idea exactly
why. But it feels
good. Just to
let go, let the
pain buried
deep down inside just
float up. Just for a while, before it is
forced down again.
There's no other place I'd rather be... she sings.
There
is. Oh, yes, there is. But there's
more to it than just that. More to it than
lost childhood memories, a lost
home country, a lost
love.
It's
spring. I should be
getting over this down. But
not yet.
Tonight I'm melancholy.
By choice. Because I like it.
And it's not so bad, it's not so bad... she sings.