Writing Your Own Tragedy, Redux
No one else will fully appreciate the poetry of how I'm listening to this song again.
For a few years back I was obsessed with the original of this one song, pondering upon love, and the capacity of one to love.Now I'm listening to the cover of it, on repeat. As opposed to the original, which had synthesized sounds throughout the song, the cover is played entirely by acoustic guitar, leaving that sense of rawness and imperfection.It's years later and it's still the same song, with the same lyrics that I somehow draw different meaning from. This time, the taint of darkness smeared across my previous interpretation, leaving a transformed perspective on the notions of love, and the capacity of one to love. Obscuring the shimmer in these once hopeful concepts, that never truly existed for me. The smear, filtering the gleam, basking my world in the most radiant display of twilight. Back then I wanted love. Now, I want everyone to suffer.I keep asking myself how I let myself end up like this.I'm listening to this song again, thinking of ways to tear everything down.I miss the days where I had convictions, and I knew what I felt.Ignorant as I was.
