There is a song by Coldplay called "Postcards from Far Away". Well, it is more of a Chris Martin piece, being only 48 seconds long and composed solely on the piano. But man, is it ridiculous. In the good way. In that "holy crap I have chills" kind of way that some music stirs up in us.

I have played it on repeat for two days straight- not literally, but I do have every note burned into my brain- and I just can't believe how absurdly well the title of the song coincides with the actual melody. It feels as though I must go out at once, buy a black and white postcard, scribble the most romantic note I can think of hastily on the back, lick on a stamp, and send it through one of those old red Post Office boxes as soon as my feet will allow, to reach the one person I'm cripplingly in love with, of course.

Its haunting, strange, sweet, and melancholy. In the effort to bore you with an onslaught of copious nostalgia, I often experience a flash of sun drenched childhood memories inside my mind when listening to it, most notably of my sister and I putting willow tree buds in each others hair while lazily napping in our backyard hammock sometime in the summer, and that is how I know that music is indeed the greatest medicine - or drug, if you prefer.

If you are in any way, shape, or form interested in being overtaken by the most beautiful piece of musical composition produced by man possible, listen to this song.

xo J