Device Removed Improperly

Now Playing. Playing inside my ears. Solos that give me chills. Vocals that cry out to me. Now paused and silent. Library. A library browsed daily. The songs that let me breathe. My ultimate source of adrenaline. My lungs and heart are empty. Rip. Songs ripped from many discs. Stolen from various sites. Files converted and transported. Torn away from my nightly routine. Burn. Burning its battery all night. Through sun and through storm. My company through sweat and tears. Scorched by the fire of separation. Sync. Music synchronized with blood. Perfectly tuned to my life. Songs forming into brain cells. Synchronization fails tonight. Stealing ideas from media programs. Missing sleep due to anxiety. Unable to function properly. Suffering from withdrawals. All these feelings. All of this stress. Due to one mp3 player. A Device Removed Improperly. From my life. For one night.