(It’s no secret. I listen to anything I determine good.  The song selections of this writing challenge fully confirm that.  With that said, peace to Trent Reznor.)

I pick things up. I am a collector..

One man’s trash is another’s treasure
I’ve seen so many jewels left on the ground
Near trash cans
Thrown away like nearly finished cigarettes
Fading flames once kept lit by lips dismissive of cancerous effects

But these are not diseased
These are seashells by the shore
Beautiful abandoned homes that can only be retrieved once waters have died
Listen to them
And you can hear the blood that flowed from kisses past.
Oceans of love once surrounded these fragile residences

I try to keep them from being stepped on
Further damaging them beyond livable conditions
Some of them look just like mine
A vintage stamp too good to be licked and sent away
I preserve them
For a reason I’ve yet to discover
But, I preserve them
Every last one..