a once lost tape, so rotten the dust almost destroyed it completely.
the girl on the cover staring back at me, with the expression of anger
the letters separated by the easily recognized symbols
as the first track plays it triggers a feeling of nostalgia
the sound of disc-rot fits so well, too well.
a persons voice starts to sing, that nostalgic feeling turns into something unexplainable.
such a special feeling this voice gives me
i focus on the other sounds, traveling through my ears
sounds so unique, sounds that ive never heard something like it before
it all comes together so well, it gives me a warm feeling
as the other tracks play, the same voice, the same type of sound
the last track finishes and the first track repeats
the beginning melody triggers that feeling
the voice starts singing again, i feel so safe
i sit and let the tracks play over and over again
that feeling never fades, that special feeling of comfort
soon the music stops playing, everything is so silent
my body feeling warm, its like when someone stops hugging you after a long time
i smile as i press play again and let those special feelings roll back to me
if your wondering what im exactly referencing and talking about in this poem, im talking about this masterpiece right here