Often confusing

A hug

Ever had a song hug you?

For some people yes, for some no. And this is for those people who know what it feels like to feel the notes of a song wrap themselves around you as you sink into the mellifluous lyrics chanting a lullaby to take you away to a world, not unlike this one, but better. To be cradled in the highs and dance in the lows and sit by a stream of notes flowing through and around you. It truly is a wonderful feeling.

To me, in those moments those songs become people. Who, you might ask and to that I must say, I'm not sure. Maybe its myself, from some past long forgotten, a self that used to see the song in people, and did not need a song to see people. Maybe it's a self from the future, knowing what will will, and willing the will of mine to move forth into the melody that is the future, for what is a song cut short but dreary.

But whoever that is, that person is wonderful in all meanings of the word. And sometimes, those songs manifest in someone, a sort of concentration of all that comfort and happiness. A distillation of all you ever wanted.

But people are people.

They have their own lives, their own despairs wants and unwants, and the beauty of their free will often may be the loss of your elixir.

And then the music now unbound rush back to comfort and care.

For it is the beauty of humanity to have wills unlike others, a beauty of not bending to what individual visions of the world are.

Do not damn the elixir for being your poison, for it was never meant to be yours.

Instead, cherish the music it brought you.