a cry in the wilderness

i'll listen to the same album for a month at a time, skipping the same songs and repeating my favorites.

i don't know if i could explain exactly what grabs me, what sounds, what words. i tend to listen until they're broken in better than any pair of old shoes. after some time i find new songs and the old are shoved as if to the back of a closet, but i don't ever get rid of them. 

i was telling liam today that the songs i've been liking right now tell tales of existential crisis. when the sounds are just right and the singers exhibit vulnerability in their expressions... for some reason i especially like songs that express unbelief or confusion or apathy.

i think it's that these songs ask questions.

big questions.

and i think i like to dwell on the big answers.

it's this echoey landscape of losing and finding... this heartbreaking beauty of a cry in the wilderness...