Sit with a real human for a bit and...? and!
"Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words"
You either write or you don't, but often by sharing our experience, we wish to reveal our bravery and pragmatism. We understand our aches and can add a theory behind them only to fall the next day into…
… singing…
Whether we want it or not, wounds like to remind us of themselves, coming in all shapes and insidious forms. The pain of lost love, the phantom…
