Albums, collections of songs,
A collection of words
brought together
to right, wrongs
or just to hurt
they're there forever.

Somewhere.

Old recordings
on vinyl
or hand written on papers.
New recordings
still on vinyl
but more objected to haters.

To be

easily accessed
and heard by everyone
fans or not,
torn to shreds
when criticised, a song
is unappreciated for what

amount of effort

the artist went through
to create something new
and original
just for you,
for your ears. To view,
to be a signal.

That originality

isn't dead
or dying
or even injured
but instead
living
to be heard

by millions around the world.

Be like the spring snow
Don't be afraid
To go

Close your eyes
She said
Now think of your worst and best day together as one*
As I rummaged through my memories I could only think of one day

The day I realized my love for you would never fade  

-EC

just a leaf left
on the pillow next to me
now, a whisper of smoke
vapor tracing your path

out the door
going back to the
limb I stole you from,
the place you must return

I rake my bed for more,
try to make
a place
for you to fall

again, next time.

I am the weight being slowly dragged behind you while you are walking so far ahead.
As the miles go on,
I just get heavier
And heavier.
Almost unbearable-
Until you drop me.

And once you drop me, I will lay there forever.