I'm ruining my blog with this rambling

Upon sitting and watching the sunset this evening, a fag in hand and acoustic Ellie Goulding in my ear, I realised something. I realised that sometimes music is the perfect remedy. It serves you in many, many ways. One being that it effects your emotions in unimaginable ways.

Listening to Ellie's cover of the Midlake song 'Roscoe', the combination of the beautiful lyrics and the sweet, shaky, emotional tone of Ellie's voice made me start to feel sorry for myself -something I completely hate doing. It made me reminisce about things I thought I'd forgotten about; brought up what I thought were old, long gone emotions. Clearly not. At the back of the human mind there must be a filter; filtering out the things you want to forget, but you probably shouldn't. The things that made you beyond happy at the time, and now knowing that those feelings don't currently exist... it opens you up and makes you vulnerable again.

Me being the hard, independent, 'strong', fuck off person that I appear to be, music changes that completely. It can smack you round the face and make you have realisations, hit you deep at the core of your heart and tear it into pieces.

Sitting in a baggy ex-boyfriends shirt, smoking my 4th cig in 30 minutes, wielding a slightly broken heart and listening to Ellie Goulding can do strange things to the most stable of people.

Music; it has the weirdest ability to fuck you up for a few minutes.