The Ramblings of Daily Life

Words stuck at the tip of my tongue. Anger, anguish, fear. Struck is the whipped cream on a cocktail of emotional pain. I am a popped balloon. You compared the two of us. Your sister’s eyes said so much. Deep down I knew.  Deep down I knew. I wanted to be righteous. I waited, I chased, I fought to the acerbic end. Ripped to shreds, waiting For a scrap of pity from you. Eyes glued shut with yesterday's tears. I wanted to appease you, So I could hate you properly. Violent voices sprung at the ring of my phone.   Cowered into A corner, I leapt up and ran. I threw things.  I tore away. I vowed never again, never again. History I can’t rewind. I see myself in you, baby. I had so much to learn. It's going to hurt like hell. Solitude, rugged individualism, A wall so high no heart could climb, My antidote. Let's stop the doors from closing off. You're worthy, you're worthy. You must be kind.  Grow humbly, with bright eye...

In 2016, during my normal discovery playlist on Spotify, I heard a bop I couldn’t get out of my head.  No, it wasn’t Shura, or Madonna, or Avril, it was a wonderful compound.  Personal, understated and addictive. What you've done to me Well I've seen many a friend be silenced Thinking nobody would believe them Well baby you've got another thing coming You can try to make me stop, call it delusion But every time I don't shut up, it's revolution; MUNA – Loudspeaker I think we’ve all been here.   One of those moments where you are you feeling yourself and you can’t let it go. When someone doesn’t love you the way a partner should and therefore, stunts your expression.   " I am a loudspeaker".   It was a recipe for love immediately.   An 80’s electro indie – pop band comprised of three queer girls.   The first EP was magical.   If I thought it was a fluke, I was quickly proved wrong.   “Winterbreak" is nothing if not magical. ...