I randomly wrote this earlier, getting mixed emotions.
It's called..
'Broken Symphonies'
"You know when we're really old, and our skin has cracked and resembles a worn-out old leather jacket? We will all be deaf and our older generation will laugh out "I told you so's" , because of all the loud music we listen to. We mask our sadness and filter our pain using lyrics and music tones, - our lifelines. Music tones that we continuously repeat, repeat, repeat. This same old leather jacket that is now broken and is no more use to us, we throw it away along with other broken..sad..old..things. We resemble that very leather jacket, flaky, cracked and pealing. When the younger generation no longer needs the older, more wiser generation we throw them in homes, no longer needed. Therefore treated like an old leather jacket. But... That leather jacket could be fixed like brand new if we cared enough. But when we're old and wrinkly who will try to fix us then? Who will care?"
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