In honor of #throwbackthursday I thought I’d share a piece I wrote a couple of years back. Get ready ’cause we’re going back to those good ol’ days when iPods ruled.
Solace is found in the sleekness of your jet black exterior. A sexy mechanical case that protects the technological hardware that clicks life into every gear and every wire. Your brightly lit screen displays a vast variety of downloaded medications that numb the cerebral migraine and band aid the internal gashes.
This candy apple red click wheel is somehow psychic. Its technical mind senses the core point of this current pain bleeding out. The morphine dosage is selected and a beautiful numbing agent begins to flow through inside and out.
Within these two earbuds, my invisible tears find peace. My human heart finds inspiration within these lyrics. My mechanical mind feeds off the aspirin like beats these drums vibrate. Within three minutes and forty seven seconds I find refuge.
Select… Play… Repeat… Breathe
Hello there…the angel from my nightmare, the shadow in the background of the morgue… -Blink 182
