Every Song On The Radio Is Playing For Me

Too often I have those days when I'm driving the car and every song I hear is saying exactly what I'm thinking, saying all the things that I want to hear, saying all the things that I want to say. But, in reality, you know that if you said these same words aloud to an actual person you'd only come off sounding like a fool. In a perfect world, the song would be your words and they would come out right and be taken the way they should be taken. In a perfect world.

This weekend I ran across a blog that was entertaining and cute and funny. I flipped through several times over several days, reading random posts, just getting a feel for the writer until I found a string of posts that dealt completely with the back story of the blogger. Suddenly, she was like the songs on the radio. The pages I read could've been my life in more dramatic fashion. I knew her. I was her. So, I sat there, throat aching, eyes stinging reading this blog that completely spelled out my song. And the words were exactly what they should've been. But, like the lyrics on my drive home, the words weren't mine.