I love the blues. The sadder the better. It energizes me it awakens my soul. I feel alive, like my feelings matter. In my daily life it's like my feelings, my beliefs don't matter. Finally, I feel alive. It's like a shock or snapping a rubber band on your wrist to bring you back to reality. Is it the truth, my feelings? Or is it what mask I must pull over my emotions whenever I leave the house or talk to some one on phone or online.