Songs. More songs.

You know how sometimes you can’t articulate well your mixed up feelings even though you’ve tried hard because it’s too complicated to put into words? And then you hear a song, the lyrics and the melody explain exactly how you feel and you just stand there and listen carefully to its lyrics and memorize its melody. Next time you hear the song, you remember those moments; where you can’t explain how you feel but the song explains it to you. It’s like having other people guiding you to trace your true feelings at that moment, that this is how you feel, this is what you actually want to say, but you don’t know how to say or explain it properly, either to your friend, boyfriend, relative, or parents. Next time you feel that again and have no one to turn to, all you have to do is listen the song, forget your surrounding for a moment and just focus to the lyrics, get lost in it.

Then there are other songs, so smooth and wonderful they instantly take you to your imagination; it’s like they take you to a tour, where you alone who decide where to be and in what kind of atmosphere you wish to be in that imagination. All you have to do is close your eyes and you are there, in that place, living your imagination, you feel warm and comfortable already. You choose to get lost in your imagination while listening to the smooth song, mostly jazz songs, just like that. You don’t need anything. All you need is you, a song to accompany you, and your imagination.

And then you open your eyes, the moments are gone. The fuzzy feeling has disappeared. Once again, all you have is bitterness, because that is the reality you’re living in.

But this time around it doesn’t make you worry because you’ll always have them, those wonderful songs.