Lately, when I listen to music, I've become more introspective about what I'm listening to. Maybe it's because I'm in a transition time, and a little overly dramatic, but it's like I'm searching for a soundtrack.

"Would this song be right with this scene?" as if I'm asking myself. Truely, I've found beauty in my ashes of life from a song sung by a maladjusted flaxon harlot called Christina Aguilara - Beautiful. I'm ultimately opposed to her in general, but the song is an underlining background for scenes played out in my head.

Like so many other songs, the melodies, the messages, they all play out as iconic memories set to music. Words in motion describing our line of sight -- perspective. Songs to live by...