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"Well Im forming and Im warming
pushing myself and I dont mind asking now..

Smoke surrounds your perfect face and im falling.
pushing a broom out into space, and this is where I found a way."

Music.
It speaks to the mortal soul.
When I can not explain what I feel.
Scratch that.
When I can not even begin to fathom the depths of what I feel, a song, an arrangement of notes, some lyrics, they bring it all to the surface.
and suddenly it all makes sense.
There's this feeling..
It overwhelms and overtakes.
makes everything else fade into complete oblivion.
That emotion, that feeling, become paramount.
Becomes me.
I begin to define myself for those three minutes as just that emotion.
A tear trickles down my face and suddenly, it makes sense.
When I am lost, and nowhere to be found.
When the path I am on makes no sense.
My life, makes no sense.
There is this feeling, this emotion I can not describe.

Music
Suddenly it all makes sense.
Every irrational thought, becomes rational.
Every intense emotion is validated.
Every word of the song, is me, is my life, is who I am.

"stranger things have happend both, before and afternoon. and I'm forming and I'm warming, state of the art until the clouds come crashing."

Sometimes, I can make sense of the lyrics.

"Alone inside my forest room and it's stormy. I never thought Id be in bloom, But this is where I start."

Sometimes, I just do not understand.

"Stadium Arcadium, a mirror to the moon.
Well Im forming and Im warming
(warming to you)"

Yet, there is a part of me that does, a part of me that relates.
A part of me that can identify that someone that makes me feel like the song does.
Makes me feel like sometimes I understand them and sometimes I dont.
Makes me feel like if I try a little harder, do just a little bit better, I might just understand, I might just be better than who I am.

Music.
The word does not even begin to describe what it can do. The word itself, is nothing. It's quite an amusing word. It does not give you a heads up, a warning. Does not give you even a sense of what is about to come.
Music.
It speaks to the mortal soul.
Even if the mind doesn't understand.
It give me this feeling, this emotion I can not define.
Sometimes, a chill down my spine, goosebumps, a connection.
Sometimes, happiness or overwhelming sadness.
Sometimes, the will to write again when I have lost all hope, or to sing, or to dance, or to just run. To go places you have never been before.
Sometimes, a complete understanding, explaining, defining who I am.
Music.
My heart, my soul, me.


Note: The song used in this post is Stadium Arcadium by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers.