Jaye
As I played my guitar words swam in my head. Playing then writing, then balling up my ideas and using them to fuel the meager flame keeping me warm as I tried to write a song. I kept thinking, before I go, before I die, before the virus takes hold and kills me, I need to leave behind something meaningful. One song to make meaning out of a life that had to that point been meaningless and empty. And so the flames were fueled, the chords were empty, and while I kept the fire in front of me alive, the fire inside if me, the fire that remembered how to love and feel and see, that fire died in rehab. Eventually I ran out of ideas, the fire died. I scrambled for match but had none. So I picked up a candle and went to someone's door, and knocked. Little did I know, my life would change forever that night.
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Novela Juvenil(Inspiration from the musical Rent) TRIGGER WARNING December 16th, 10PM, Eastern Standard Time How did the year go by so fast? An unscripted chaotic camaraderie Shattered by tragedy Lost to the bitterness of the dying symphony -That's poetic. That...
