Soundtrack.

I just got to thinking about musicians.

Musicians are so often people with countless feelings and a passion for something bigger then everyone, anything. They write words that touch hearts and play the background music to someone's life story. Tell me, do you ever stop to think about the inspiration behind the song you're jamming to? I hear the words of songs that I would bide my time with in the past months and wonder why anyone had to feel what I did. Someone wrote the lines that spoke to my heart, so someone had to feel similar enough to count. Who forgot to wind you, Jesse Lacey? Who does Andrew McMahon hear in this old piano? Someone else felt the taste of One More Weekend and bad tattoos and worse IDs; maybe I could hold my own given face time with William Beckett. Gabe Saporta was dying not to hurt when I was dying for his words to be sung to me. I thought it through and my worst brings out the best in you. Who did Adam Lazzara have a bad feeling about?

I never stopped to look at how very the same we are to our role models and idols when we look at it closely enough. These are people with the talent to bring us to tears, and the modesty not to expect us to feel sorry for them. It's like their gift, their impact on the world. They are therapy where the keys below my hands are to me. They probably don't know how many lives they've saved or hearts they've held together. Today I think of them; I left my sad playlists behind before I packed up to head south. So now I'm staying awake, safe from the weight of the world. Someone right now is writing their heart onto scraps of ripped paper. Someone just had their heart broken. That same someone will go on to make beautiful music despite the hurt. What will be their soundtrack? What will be yours?