I don't enjoy swimming very much. Yet I imagine myself swimming in the bluest of blue oceans when listening to such gorgeously thick and dense guitars, getting lost in their lulls and waves.
My habitually furrowed brow at ease, my heavy mind weightless. Under the current I am able to let it go.
What I wouldn't give for the soundwaves to pull me under, if not for a little while.
It's not a death, it's more living than I've done in years.
Band of Horses - The Funeral