It’s the second day of the holy Ramadan, month of the year for all Muslims. A month which we abstain from eating any food or liquid from the dawn until sunset. Some have it longer and some have it shorter – range between 12 hours to 22 hours, mine is roughly 16 hours.Read More »
“It’s possible that, along with grunge, Generation X’s other great gift to society is depression.” In his tribute to Chris Cornell, Rich Larsen reflects on despair, aging, and his generation’s struggles with mental health.
Chris Cornell died early Thursday morning. His band Soundgarden played a show on Wednesday night at the Fox Theater in Detroit. Two hours after the show ended, he was gone.
For two days, I’ve been working on a piece to pay tribute to him, and it’s been a struggle. Usually when I have a problem like this it’s because I’m staring at a blank screen trying to figure out what I want to say. That’s not the problem this time. The problem is I have way too much to say.
I’m not going to sit here and claim to have been a huge fan of Soundgarden. I didn’t dislike them, I just had to take them in small doses. I was a fan of Cornell. I love “Seasons,” the solo song he had on Cameron Crowe’s movie, Singles. It’s a droning acoustic song about isolation and the…
I have a lot of talking inside my head. There are times I feel like screaming, but I cannot f bring myself to scream. I just want to cry, but my I cannot bring myself to cry.
It happens all inside my head. And I hate it when I cannot express it better.
I want people to know, how much I want to love and trust myself as much as they want me. People, I do understand what it means to love yourself, accept who we are, be who we want to be. I fucking understand those all!
But I cannot bring myself to feel and believe. Period.
I never scream. I really want to scream all the griefs I hold for almost a year but people won’t understand bits of them. And I literally on the verge of crying writing this.
Whenever I have the chance, the screaming stuck in the head. I hate this!
It’s 2.40 a.m, the clock is ticking, demanding me to go to sleep. I have sleep deprivation for the past few days; being the night owl, preparing for the finals. My exams are technically four days away, and I am here talking to you guys about the dream I dreamed this evening. Suddenly it pops into my mind, and feel like I should share it here. Plus, I run out of ideas to update my blog here.Read More »
That excitement when you have something dear to yourself, something yours; you are about to tell the whole world your stories. It’s like dancing at the end of the world and not afraid to fall; all possible risks seem within your grip..
The moment when you realise that those things are not yours yet (or will never be), that excitement changes to deep regret and disappointment. Things you can’t have even if they are on the palm of your hands. Things you can’t keep even if they are already inside your pockets.Read More »