‘Play it fuckin loud’ - Bob Dylan
Music encapsulates all of life’s experiences. It is form of release, therapeutic. However, certain music raises more question...
Hot, stinging tears trickled down her face. She put her hands behind her head and scanned the small crowd that had gathered to witness her predicament. All had ...
My heart itched, and so I longed to scratch it,
I couldn’t, wouldn’t.
The scab was so brittle,
A miserly attempt to guard tufts of indifference
My only des...
Careless Whispers
I died, he died
When the bus to ghost town left us behind
I whistled when it started raining
He wept
I screamed at the top of my lungs ev...