reading between the lines

I have always believed that the answers to life can be explained in a song or the words of a good book. It’s never in the chorus, and it’s never the main theme, but it hides out in the quiet last line, or a thoughtful sentence in the middle of a paragraph. A long time ago I set out to learn the answers to my truths. I looked in many books and plenty of songs. Along the way I found bits and pieces that I couldn’t ignore, but never could I find myself. Because after all, that’s what I was looking for, my self. I only wanted someone to say, “me too”, and actually mean it.