The unravelling kind.

I love the music that finds the loose threads of you and pulls until you begin to unravel. The kind that slips under your skin and winds itself into your soul, until it’s a part of you.

For me, it’s songs that seethe against oppression, that lend breath to mourning.

Soft.
Wailing.

Tearing the things I want to say from my chest, and laying them bare on the floor.