The speakers are turned up loud,
the song is on repeat,
and I’m on my back on the floor.
I have no words, so there is this:
a prayer in music, just for me, from my friend.
It’s a scratch track,
recorded on a laptop;
original music long since lost.
But I don’t care.
This is the song that unravels me,
then puts me back together again.
The song that tells me it’s ok not to be ok.
To not even know why you’re not ok.
This is the song that prays for me when my words are gone.
it’s always good to have a song like that.
love you, friend.
This is beautiful Emma