“Killing Me Softly”

The comforting sound of a familiar song plays on the radio. Not familiar in the sense that I've heard it before, familiar in the sense that I've lived the words. They strike me so deeply. Sometimes joyful, sometimes sorrowful. Every time, the words make me feel as if the one who wrote them is a private eye or secret admirer, paying attention to my every thought, emotion, and move. Each word revealing a new truth that lay deep within my mind, flowing with ease as if I somehow was speaking through the artist. In these times, these rare occasions, I feel so connected. Knowing that someone out there has experienced my joy, my pain, and has created a mixture of words serving up as a powerful elixir that sedates me in a way so sublime. The intoxicating sound of a soul who can hold a conversation with me, never knowing my story, not even my name, produces a powerful perception that I belong.