There has always been this sadness, like a fog, obscuring my thoughts, my actions, my sight. There has always been this aloofness, like a storm around me, and I, at the eye. There has always been this coldness, a wind brought on by the month I was born, it seeped into my lungs when I…

they ask why nothing happy comes from the pen that you wield, why every letter and every rhyme feels like raindrops on tin roofs and gray clouds forked with lightning. they ask why, when you feel no-one’s watching, your eyes turn the same shade of dead that gray walls carry. they ask why your lips…

Hearts beat in time with the acoustic guitar in the background. Slow, sad, sweet, and with the knowledge that things aren’t the same. There’s a change in the air: in between guitar chords and breaths, in between stolen glances and held hands. In the silence between two hearts unsung melodies take over, creating and recreating…