promise, I'm not suicidal

Right now I am so loving the piano version of Gloomy Sunday, otherwise known as the Hungarian suicide song.

Not that I'm suicidal. Okay, so maybe at one time past in my life I nearly was, but not this time. But let's not get sidetracked.

It was Patrisha who introduced the song to me. I got intrigued because of the story and controversy behind it. Although I admit I was apprehensive about actually listening to the song. I've got a history of depression although I've been in remission for several years now and I have no intention of dying just yet--intentional or otherwise.

They say curiosity killed the cat, but thankfully it did not kill me even after I listened to the supposed suicide song. And just as Patrisha said, it was beautiful in its own haunting way. Call me morbid, but I really do find the melody beautiful.