Breaking out

I couldn't quite place why "Halo" by Snowmobile fits my mood so well today, but it finally came to me while I was showering, playing it over and over in my head with chills running down my spine.


It starts quiet, muffled, barely squeezing through any sound.
Then another instrument, just as constrained, joins in, trying to get its message heard.
Next, strings enter subtly from the left and then the right, supporting the previous struggling instruments.
Their unison call to be heard continues until another sound seems to reach in and say "I'm here too," until the other sounds fade out and all you hear it saying is "where did you all go?"
Then all of a sudden they return, backed with the force of a distant guitar - and then another, and then another; all of them screaming, "Let me be heard! I want to tell you!  Let me out from the inside!"
And then suddenly, as if realizing their own futility, they fade away, until that one voice saying "I'm here too" finally takes its leave.


There's something inside that just wants to come out, but it recognizes its own futility and resigns itself to its current home, deep inside.