Lying on the floor, CDs are spread out around me.
Some are in their cases, while others are bare.
My music player softly pumps out melodies into the air.
The lights are low, setting the perfect mood.
I don’t know what urge washed over me to do this.
Maybe it was the rough week I had.
Maybe it was the songs I heard over the store radio.
Either way, I am at peace.
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Amethyst Champagne
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Comments (8)
OH this made me want to get my recorder player out- perfect! Can I read this on my podcast??
Peace and plenty Hugs and happiness RULE.
Love this. I love my CD collection and it truly does bring peace to just lay and vibe to your music. Congrats on top story!!
Congrats on the Top Story! I loved the atmosphere you created with this poem. It feels so familiar.
This feels very intimate and grounded. I love how the small, tactile details do all the emotional work without being explained.
Fantastic and Congratulations on your Top Story🎊
This was lovely very 90's vibe.
This took me back to the 90s when I was a teenager and used to listen to music in my room at night. Good times 😀